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miabrown007 · 8 months

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Felonies and Other Love Languages

Adrien Agreste: rich, lonely, freshly aware of the fact that he's expected to take over not a fashion, but a drug empire. Marinette Dupain-Cheng: broke, angry, freshly aware of the fact that bringing down drug empires is a blast. But where would she be without her team, Alya and Nino, and her very good friend, Luka? Not to mention the team’s newest addition, the kind, the funny, the ultra charming Chat Noir. If Marinette likes him, that’s alright, though. It isn’t like she’s dating Adrien Agreste for real. It’s all just part of her ten-step plan to make the Agrestes meet their demise.

Chapter 3 - Pandora’s Box (12,708 words, 3/32 chapters)

Adrien would like to walk along the edge of the curb with his arms outstretched. Like he used to when his mother was there, her palm hovering a breath away from his, ready to catch him anytime.

Instead, he scurries between patches of light on the crushed stone path of Place des Vosges. He doesn't understand why being late fazes him.

He shouldn’t even be here.

He should be up at the office, checking the CCTV footage with Kim to notify the police about the break-in. Or he should be at dinner, informing his father about today’s mishap. He shouldn’t be sneaking out under the disguise of meeting Chloé for drinks. And he definitely shouldn’t, under any circumstances, be searching for Carapace’s hooded figure in the shadows of the park.

In his head, Adrien knows that. But he follows his heart. And his heart rounds a corner with a leap, only to come to a halt in front of a well-lit fountain.

“I thought you wouldn’t come,” Carapace says, his eyes shining brightly over his green facemask. He has his arms crossed over his chest in what seems to be a futile attempt at keeping himself warm in the spring chill, dressed in nothing but a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles T-shirt.

Adrien doesn’t hold back his grin. With his own mask in place, it’s not like Carapace can see it. “You know what they say about curiosity and the cat.”

It’s a stupid joke, but if he made up a cat-themed persona for himself, he intends to commit to the bit. Plagg would surely be proud of him. (Even if, realistically speaking, Adrien knows that house cats, much like fathers, are never actually proud. Still, he likes to pretend that what they share is special and goes beyond owning a Blue Ribbon pedigree.)

“You expect you’re walking into your doom and still show up? Admirable,” Carapace chuckles, unaware of the truth those words actually hold. “Now come on, the others are waiting for us. I promise we don’t bite.” He starts on one of the paths leading out of the park, muttering under his nose, “Well, most of us.”

Adrien decides he doesn't actually want to know what Carapace means by that. In his hurry to catch up, the gravel almost slips out from under Adrien’s sneakers, but by some miracle—or years and years of athletic training—he keeps himself upright. “What did you say, who are these people we are meeting?”

The light of a street lamp glinting in Carapace’s glasses as he spares Adrien a glance. “I didn’t.”

It’s more than fair to receive the same non-answer to his question as Adrien had given earlier that day. Still, his chuckle is nervous. He fights the fidgety feeling that urges him to double check that the GPS on his phone is switched on.

“Don’t stress about it, they are friends,” Carapace adds in a softer tone as they exit the park on the northern side and stop in the shadow of the arcades. “We’re almost there, so I’ll have to ask you to put this on,” he says, handing Adrien a baby blue knitted scarf.

“There’s a dress code? This place must be really fancy,” Adrien laughs as he takes the piece of fabric and wraps it around his neck.

Carapace blinks at him, twice, before a chuckle leaves him too. “No, it’s— It’s for your eyes, actually. Just a precaution until we know we can trust you.”

Thank god it’s pitch dark and he can’t see the way Adrien flushes.

“Yeah, I— I knew that. Obviously!”

With much more reluctant motions, he re-ties the scarf around his eyes. He had considered swapping his contacts for glasses—for the sake of an even less Adrien Agreste™-looking disguise—but now he’s glad he’d dropped the idea. Blindfolding himself with them on would be a pain. Actually, merely existing with glasses and a facemask on is a pain, as Adrien was forced to discover this afternoon after much experimenting with the concept.

So, contacts, and anxiety over being only fashionably late it was.

“Sorry, it’s part of the protocol. Let me spin you right round here for a second,” Carapace says, his voice lighthearted. He grabs Adrien by the shoulders and turns him around a few times, until he has no idea what is up and what is down. “Thank you for choosing the Rena Rouge entertainment park, we hope you had a good time,” he says, in the worst imitation of a carnival pitchman.

Still, it somewhat eases the knot in Adrien’s stomach that’s as tight as Nathalie’s hairdo on any given day.

“And now, this way. We’re almost there,” Carapace says, grabbing his upper arm and guiding him forward.

The irony of their first meeting going almost exactly like this—only with their roles reversed—isn’t lost on Adrien, but at this point, he just follows the instructions. He's pretty good at that.

Losing his sight serves to draw his attention to his other senses. He’s acutely aware of the silence stretching between them, the noises of cars and buzzing electric advertisements on shops’ façades.

The pavement under his feet takes a sharp turn, and the city’s noises melt into the background, signalling their approaching arrival. Adrien can’t decide if that or his still spinning head is the reason he feels like he’s going to throw up his supper.

“Who is Rena Rouge?” he asks, despite his nausea.

The beam is evident in Carapace’s voice, even over the sound of a door opening and closing behind them. “Oh, Rena Rouge? Just the most amazing, passionate, talented girl in the whole wide world, who, coincidentally, also makes the best colombo.”

"Your girlfriend?" Adrien guesses.

"For the time being," a cheeky voice slices through the vanilla and pastry-flavoured air.

Carapace comes to a sudden halt. "Hey, what‘s that supposed to mean?"

"Well,” presumably-Rena Rouge says, “we are getting married sometime in the future, aren't we?"

"That's like, the worst way to put that, babe," he argues but laughs along nevertheless.

There’s another giggle, one that eases the trembling of Adrien’s stomach. "Um, guys. The plan."

"Right, the plan!" Rena Rouge confirms, as if she has completely forgotten they are, indeed, in the middle of something that is starting to feel suspiciously like a hostage situation.

Adrien, who at this point would really like to see his surroundings, shifts on his feet. "So, what's the plan?"

Suddenly, someone removes his scarf, two bluebell eyes staring into his soul. "You are the plan, Chat Noir!"

[read the whole chapter on AO3]

#miraculous ladybug #ladynoir #ladybug #ml fanfic #chat noir #miaraculous writing #heist au #faoll #felonies and other love languages #enemies au #in which Chat Noir joins the team dead set on terminating the Agrestes. nothing goes wrong

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minleeeknow · 3 months

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track five - ‘greedy’ ft. lee know

‘pairing’ - 이민호 (lee minho) x fem!makeup artist

‘genre’ - fluff, angst, frenemies to lovers??

‘tw’ - angst, 14+, light swearing, hurting, comfort, fluff at the end

‘word count’ - 0.6 k

‘to get tagged’ - pls reply to the taglist post, this post or just ask me

‘lee’s notes’ - lowercase intended, not proofread, yn is korean (its easier for me to write), it’s okay to cry

pls note, reblog, anything <3

‘previous track’ > ‘next track’

‘masterlist’

“jagiya–” minho’s voice murmurs softly in your ears, his strong arms wrapping around your waist. you hiccup, stifling a sob, pulling your hood down further, covering your face.

lee know wipes away the tears from your cheeks and takes off your hood. “hey, look at me.” his low voice calms you. minho looks into your eyes, his brown eyes filled with concern.

“what happened, yn?” he asks, taking your hands and rubbing them gently with the palm of his hand.

“it’s stupid,” you mumble. minho raises a brow. “so what, you called me, you’re crying, and you don’t want to tell me anything,” he remarks wryly.

you feel a flicker of energy and say hesitantly, “can you buy me a taro milk tea? please?”

minho snorts and gives you a look. “you’re so lucky you’re cute,” he sighs as he gets up. you flash him a weak smile and a heart and see him flush and look away.

when he comes back he’s holding an iced taro drink and coffee. he hands you yours but before he lets you take it, minho says, “no! we’re going in the car and you’re going to tell me what happened without spilling your drink or tears.”

“that was a one time thing!” you protest, wiping salty tears from your eyes and you obediently follow lee know out.

as you sit in the passenger seat of his car, you brace yourself for a full-on interrogation, but it doesn’t come. instead minho just sits there, quietly sipping his coffee.

“it was because of these girls,” you blurt out suddenly. you feel heat rise up to your cheeks as lee know casts his eyes on you. you swear he’s silently judging you and all chance of being with him has flown out the window. like yesterday.

“they were saying that i didn’t deserve you, that i was ugly, that you looked better with them, that–” you ramble, not pausing to filter your words. “they said that they couldn’t believe how you could love someone like me, someone who’s freaking desperately in love with you but to scared to admit it–” you clamp your mouth shut. “shit.”

“oh?” minho’s eyes fly open but he somehow manages to keep a straight face. you sink farther into your seat, totally most definitely embarrassed.

“mmf,” you mumble, burying your face into your hands. you pretend to be sad again, not even going to try to peek through your fingers. you can feel lee know’s intense gaze and shiver involuntarily.

“so freaking desperately in love,” minho muses coolly, echoing your words. “so you love me, huh?”

“stop trying to make it worse,” you complain into your palms, pouting. “it’s not like it’s ever going to happen,” you add, trying to talk yourself out of it. “i’m not pretty anyway. i just exist and happen to know you.” you almost laugh when you feel tears sting your eyes again.

“shut up,” minho mutters and pulls your hands away from your face to kiss you. the kiss is softer and gentler than any other time he’s kissed you.

“minho–” you mumble into his lips, unable to pull away while your brain is screaming minho minho minho MINHO MINHO MINHO. he’s intoxicating and you can’t stop your mind from thinking about how soft his lips are.

“so are you going to be my girlfriend, yn?” minho asks smugly, running a hand through his hair.

“so mean,” you shoot back. “you’re soooo pretty and then you ask if i can be your girlfriend?” you sigh dramatically.

“well?”

“minho! what do you think?”

‘perm taglist’

@goldenjupiterz @adestayskz @piercidh34rts @imsiriuslyreal networks ! @/k-labels

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bazaarwords · 1 year

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beatrice helping ava improve her handwriting?

snippets of ava and bea traveling to switzerland?

the immediate aftermath following their argument in the apartment and finding out mary died?

thanks for the prompts, anon! just a little something quick—i did the first one (and i may end up doing the others, or continuing this one... or both)

“Ava. Ava, what does this say?”

Ava is neck-deep in the cryptic knowledge of her brand-new recipe book, and can’t immediately look up. She’ll look, of course, eventually.

It’s Beatrice, and she’s always looking at Beatrice.

But right now she’s retreated into her mind palace where she can look for an ephemeral filing cabinet that’s hiding the definition for the word chuchichäschtli, which at this point she feels like she should know. They’ve been here for weeks and she isn’t completely fluent in Swiss German.

Pathetic, Ava, come on.

She’s almost found the file when a piece of stationary slides over the word she doesn’t know, and replaces it with—

“Eggs and milk,” she reads, “or maybe… milk and… okay. I was in a hurry. I also had oil on my hands from… damn, what was it?”

Beatrice takes the paper back and looks it over, closer this time. She worries at the inside of her cheek while she does this, which is very bad for Ava’s brain and its higher functions. Bad for all its functions, really. Ava’s noticed recently (because there is not a single thing she can’t notice about Beatrice, not a single thing she doesn’t want to) that she’s developed a number of nervous tics. Some are easy—a bouncing leg, wringing hands, pacing. Others are terrifying—repeatedly tossing a knife, repeatedly throwing a knife. More still are little things, things Ava is pretty sure no one else notices. She’s also pretty sure she doesn’t want anyone else to notice.

She’s been called impulsive and is, in fact, impulsive, so she follows the lesser of five unique impulses and reaches up to smooth a hand over Bea’s cheek.

Bea doesn’t turn her head, just cuts her eyes at Ava. It would scare her, but it does something else entirely.

“Your going to cut your mouth up if you keep doing that,” she says, a whopping ten times softer than she’d intended. “Which will suck for you because I'm trying to make the world's most delicious lemon tart.”

Not a tic, but another little thing Ava is predisposed to notice: Bea stands like someone’s attached a metal rod to her spine, and takes a sharp little breath. Ava has discovered through careful study (Beatrice is the only thing she studies carefully) that she does this to calibrate her senses. Usually, after Ava has done something stupid.

“We need to improve your handwriting,” Beatrice says, like nothing’s happened. “If we ever need you to send a missive or—“

As much as she’d wanted to live in the previous moment, Ava knows better. She laughs instead, moves right along. “I think I’m the last person you want as a pen pal.”

“It’s a valuable—it’s one of the most valuable life skills one can have, Ava. You can’t just… never write anything.”

“Well if you look carefully…” Here come the impulses again—she crowds Bea against the door frame to their kitchen (their kitchen is something she will put in one of those little filing cabinets, for later) and points down at her chicken scratch. “I did write something.”

Bea is like a stone pillar. “Legibility is a vitally important part of writing,” she says like she’s being forced.

Ava groans, as theatrically as she can physically manage. “Fine, Miss—huh. I don’t know your last name. How do—Bea, what’s your last name?” Beatrice is already in the other room. “Is it Jesus? Christ? You know, I never really figured out what the whole married to God thing—“

“Ava.” Beatrice says, absolutely a command, and Ava stops. Like a goofy little trained dog. Jesus. “Get a pen.”

#warrior nun #save warrior nun #wn #avatrice #ava silva #sister beatrice #writing prompts #prompts #writing #fanfiction #fic #my fics #my writing #fanfic #my fanfiction

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vanillagalaxiez · 7 months

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Fandom - KinnPorsche | Paring - VegasPete

Title: Not Always A Monster

Tags: #omegapete #alphavegas

Ratings: General Audience

Date: 01st July 2023

Description: Vegas comes across Pete wandering drunkenly on an abandoned street at night. Surprisingly, he helps him

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When Vegas took a U-turn shortcut to get home on a Saturday night in one of Bangkok’s abandoned one-way streets he didn’t expect to see Pete, his aggravating cousin’s little helper, of all people, staggering in the corner like a drunken man, out of his luck. And although he rarely spared the bland bodyguard a second glace, after his father and uncle’s death a couple of years back, Pete sort of grew on him since he’d been visiting the Main Family’s compound more often to transact business deals with, ugh, Kinn. Pete always seemed pleasant to him. He always smiled at Vegas with his cute dimples; always referred to Vegas as, Khun Wegath, and Vegas always found it amusing rather than irritating.

Pete wasn’t anything special; they weren’t friends or chit-chat buddies. He didn’t care about Pete — or any of his cousin’s bodyguards. They were merely pawns, working men who were disposable. Still, what was he doing there by himself at this hour of the night?

Vegas frowned the closer to approached the bodyguard before he slowed down his car; headlights boring into Pete’s back through the darkened narrow street. Pete didn’t look over his shoulder like any sane person would in a sketchy area. Instead, he wrapped his arms protectively around himself, almost hugging himself, almost losing balance… Something definitely seemed wrong.

Instantly Vegas pressed on the brakes, parking his car in the corner before he got out; dressed in a pristine white suit from head to toe. “Pete?” he called, frowning deeper when Pete didn’t react to his voice. This was unlike Pete… Oddly enough, a rumbled growl threatened to rise from Vegas’ throat. “Pete — I’m talking to you… Where are you going?”

When Pete abruptly stopped, Vegas’ breath spiked. He didn’t understand what was happening, why his palms suddenly turned sweaty, or why the air suddenly turned tense, and sweet. Abnormally sweet — like honey. “Pete?” he said, much softer this time, cautious as he took a slow step toward the bodyguard.

Pete’s shoulders stiffened. “Khun Wegath?” he whispered in the smallest of voices Vegas ever heard come out of the bodyguard’s mouth. He didn’t turn around though, he just stood there with his arms wrapped around himself, trembling slightly. “I —” Pete dropped to the ground before he could get another word out.

Vegas' eyes doubled as he raced toward the bodyguard. “Pete? — Hey?” he stooped down, his voice trembling and his body heating, his insides twisting. He still didn’t know what was happening, however, when his fingers touched the back of the bodyguard’s shoulders, intending to turn Pete over so he could get a better understanding of the situation, he gasped.

As Vegas had suspected, Pete was indeed drinking; a drunk staggering in the streets at night.

What he hadn’t suspected was…

“An omega,” the words left Vegas’ mouth breathless. “You’re an omega?”

Big fat drops of tears pooled at the sides of Pete’s eyes, and his face appeared flush — with wobbled lips and an arousing whining sound that escaped his mouth, as though he might’ve been in unbearable pain. Pete looked so tantalizing, so desperate… He turned his face away from Vegas’ burning eyes.

Vegas knew enough about omegas, he had slept with his fair share of omegas to know enough about them… Yet he didn't know how he had missed this. His stupid cousins had an omega under their wing and no one noticed? Did this mean they were all equally stupid? Wait. This time the growl he had been keeping down managed to escape his mouth before his eyes found Pete’s hazy ones.

The omega had light bruises coloring on the side of his lips; his knuckles were bruised.

Had someone hurt Pete?

It shouldn’t bother Vegas — he didn’t know Pete on a personal level. And yet, just the thought of another alpha touching Pete made Vegas want to rip their heads off.

Immediately he tighten his grasp on Pete and shushed him when Pete gasped, trying to close in on himself.

Vegas carefully cradled Pete’s face. “Look at me,” he said; he commanded.

Instantly Pete obliged, opening his hazy eyes and staring into Vegas’ pointed ones; his pupils were slightly blown, staring back at Vegas. Yet he seemed almost disconnected, as though his mind lived elsewhere — his surroundings were foreign.

Vegas sighed and padded away the tears slipping out of Pete’s eyes.

“Khun Wegath?” Pete spoke with slightly closed eyes; still quivering and in obvious distress. “Please… Please don’t tell anyone about this. If they find out —” Pete’s head darted backward and a pitiful cry escaped his lips before he gasped for breath.

Vegas furrowed his eyebrows… What was Pete saying? Why would he tell any — oh. Oh. Of course. He could use Pete to his advantage — blackmail him, and threaten to expose this obviously important, detrimental secret if Pete didn’t do whatever he wanted. He could —

“Everything hurts,” Pete whined, sniffling back snot and tears after he seized one of Vegas’ hands, entwining their fingers together in a tight grip.

The touch warmed Vegas’ insides more than it warmed his palm. And suddenly… The thought of blackmailing this omega seemed absurd; every part of his being told him he needed to protect Pete.

“I was out on a mission in this club… Someone injected me with something,” Pete confessed through tears, and a choked-back sob. “I managed to escape after they beat me up… I’m going into heat, Khun Wegath… I don’t know where to go. I don’t want to go back to the compound — they can’t know.”

Someone had tried to hurt an omega in such a diabolical way? Pete, of all people? The man who only — as annoying as it might’ve been — often spread joy to everyone? Foolish. Vegas might’ve always been cruel and vindictive, but he would never hurt an omega. There were delicate, he always believed they should be protected and cared for, and cherished and loved…

"Do you know who it was?" Vegas asked while his eyes skimmed over Pete's body, searching for any more bruises. There was no more.

No, Pete nodded instantly.

Vegas gritted his teeth and his eyes went dark.

He wanted to kill whoever was responsible for this; his fingers itched for blood to spill, for death.

When Pete whimpered, Vegas snapped out of his thoughts. "It’s alright,” he whispered, smoothing back Pete’s sweat-soaked hair from his forehead. “I’ll take you back to my place, okay? I won’t hurt you… Do you trust me?”

Pete stared at him for a long beat, seemingly contemplating; seemingly questioning Vegas’ remarks.

Vegas stayed patiently, waiting for the omega to answer.

He didn’t know why he said those words… However, with Pete curled in his arms, he looked so fragile, so helpless and tempting — so, so perfect. Vegas knew he needed to protect him; help him, and care for him like any alpha should. It was a rather odd sensation though; one so sudden and troubling. And yet, when Pete whispered back, “Hm, I trust you,” before his eyes closed, Vegas knew he made the right decision.

With careful consideration, he helped Pete move his lax arms, urging the omega to wrap them around his neck before he picked him up bridal style, and carried him back to the parked car.

"Everything is going to be alright," he reassured.

And when Pete said, with a barely visible smile, "Thank you." A surge of contentment seized Vegas' body and warmed his hardened heart.

Apparently, he wasn’t an immoral man after all; he wasn’t a complete monster either…

As bizarre as it might’ve been, someone trusted him; Vegas looked down and stared at the omega's scrunched-up, pained face before placing him in the passenger seat; Pete trusted him.

Huh, who would’ve thought?

#kinnporsche #pete phongsakorn #vegas theerapanyakul #vegaspete #vegaspete fic #fandom ships #writing

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fluffydavey · 1 year

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when they hesitate to kiss because it’ll change everything but you pull them in without a second thought - you can't prove it was me <3

soft gestures between friends turning lovers || prompts i'm contact my lawyers currently as we're speaking <33

Davey's standing in Medda's theatre, taking in the sights before him. Medda hadn't lied when she said she'd help the boys out as best as she could, allowing them to use the theatre between shows. The boys had already been to work setting up a table on the stage. He's nervous about having to actually speak in front of people, but he'll cross that bridge when he gets to it. Plus, he's really hoping that Jack will do most of the talking.

As he climbs the stairs two at a time, he realises there's voices coming from backstage. He thinks about ignoring them and getting ready for the first meeting, until he hears his name being said and curiosity gets the better of him.

"Have you seen the way he stares at Davey?" Crutchie says, sounding almost tired. "And the way he whines when Davey leaves to go home. It's ridiculous."

"He's so obvious about it too. Like yeah, Davey's got a nice ass, but I bet he's got drawings of them everywhere," Race says, causing Davey to go bright red.

"It's worse than that Race, he draws his eyes. He draws Davey's smile when he's laughing at something stupid Elmer says, and he draws his serious concentrating face when he's thinking real hard teaching the kids something he learned in school. All he needs to do is breathe and there's a whole goddamn notebook dedicated to it."

"Alright Davey!" he hears, and Davey jumps as Jack runs down the aisle to catch up with Davey onstage.

"Jack!" he calls out, a little too loudly, hopeful that their friends will shut the hell up, although they clearly seem none the wiser that Davey's around. He panics, trying to forget everything he's just heard because that's definitely something he needs to not think about to get through this evening. "What are you - what are you doing here?"

Jack laughs at this, looking around the room. "Fairly sure we have a union to run, don't we?"

"Yeah," he answers, kicking at his feet. "Sorry, just, bit overwhelmed is all."

"Can't believe it's finally come to it," Jack says, smiling proudly at the setup their friends had made. "I also can't believe you got Spot to sit up at the table with us. Sorry not sorry for what you're getting yourself in for."

"Best behaviour Jack!" Davey says, his voice softer than he intends. He can't help but wonder what he looks like to Jack now. He doesn't even know if Crutchie's saying the truth but he can't help but remember the times he'd found Jack watching him...like he is now.

“You’re staring,” he hears Jack say, and he looks up to see a nervous twitch in his eyes. “Is it a good stare or a bad stare?”

Davey knows there's boroughs full of kids coming down to see them, to speak about pressing manners that have been brewing for some time. He knows their friends are the other side of the stage. And yet, he feels brave. “A good stare. Definitely a good stare.”

Jack stops and smiles at this, and Davey feels the wandering eyes taking him in, memorising as many little details as he can. He can't believe someone is looking at him like this, let alone Jack. Jack finally makes his way up to the stage, and Davey feels an electric current in the air.

"Brooklyn's on their way Davey," Race calls out, not bothering to even spare the two a look, as he's trying to get a hold of their own boroughs kids from getting into too much trouble backstage.

Which is exactly what Davey needs as a reminder of exactly where he is, and what they're supposed to be doing. He moves to the table, grabbing his notebook out of his bag, along with his mother's good pen. It had seemed a worthy occasion to use such a fine instrument.

Jack places a hand on top of Davey's, and he looks up, suddenly frightened at the floodgates that have been opened. "Jack - "

"You can't tell me you don't feel nothing between us," Jack says, his voice lower, and huskier. Davey's sure everyone in this building is out to get him this evening.

"We can't," he says weakly, his eyes travelling further up Jack's arms to the look of desire in his eyes. Davey wishes he had more composure, knowing just how well Jack can read him so openly. "What if everything changes between us?"

"What if it does for the better?" Jack asks, his voice softer this time.

And well, Davey's never allowed himself to even dream of an outcome where Jack would ever feel like this. He takes a leap of fate, and decides he's done with feeling sorry for himself. He frees the hand that Jack is holding onto, and sees a brief look of disappointment in Jack's eyes, until Davey throws caution to the wind and pulls him close, finally pressing their lips together.

It’s soft. Much softer than David would have imagined their first kiss to be. Jack’s lips are soft and warm against his, and the smell of him is so much stronger for being so close. Jack’s hand inches up to his neck, holding Davey close to him, deepening the kiss and making Davey's insides burn, falling against a chair behind him. He feels Jack laugh against his lips, and he finally pulls apart, smiling brightly at his best friend.

"You never find ways to stop surprising me," Jack says, and Davey just smirks in response.

There's movement from backstage, and Davey's beginning to panic about what he looks like, before Jack puts a reassuring hand on Davey's shoulder. "Look, I'm scared too. I - I haven't felt like this before for anyone else, and I don't want to mess this up. But see, I know we make a good team. And I think I really want to give this a try."

"We'll figure it out along the way like we always do," Davey says, as a crowd of kids begin to fill Medda's theatre. He takes his seat looking out at the crowd of excited kids, with Jack sitting beside him, and he feels Jack give his hand a reassuring squeeze.

Together.

#my writing #davey jacobs #jack kelly #javid #literally taking you to court sorry not sorry

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fairymint · 10 months

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Some language stuff has been mentioned on the dash, so I believe I'll follow suit on some specific headcanons myself!

Regardless of fandom, Felix's primary two languages in tandem are New Mexican English and animal/creature speak; Pokemon for that verse, and Animalese for the villager verse. Pokemon is very specific how this language is intended to work- with the mons having an innate ability to get what you Mean from "the heart" and always mentions shit like having a 'pure heart'- all the canon protagonists have this. But, it's not exact language and likely relies on nonverbal tonal elements such as inflection, context, and volume. This is probably, in my opinion, from having shared elements with human languages in the way that cat facial expressions are reliably identical enough to human expressions, compared to other animals such as dogs. Heck, even meows seem to have dialect- echoing their country of origin in a way.

Felix does fine generally speaking, but it can cost spoons to stretch outside those two; translating verbage is fine, but things such as tone, pronunciation, and volume outside of his own is mentally irritating. Sounding close to say, a midwestern/dictionary or new york accent requires opening the mouth and forcing vowels and dipthongs, pauses ("commas" in writing), etc. There's also just a bit of strain that comes from a maturing voice on HRT- the new adam's apple and thickened vocal cords operating on obsolete muscle memory.

Felix is not what I'd consider 'fluent' in Spanish or Japanese; but a kindergarten level with an understanding of latin roots goes a long way. these were both locked in before age 13, so are the most likely candidates of a third/fourth language.

Pikachu as a species are canonically liable to pantomime or draw- they're not stupid, and know full well how to handle language barriers and will do so to be aggressively pack animals- pretty much all they wanna do is cooperate to human levels with every pokemon that they meet. (which is why they're a pokemon in particular that I consider way more anthromorphic to dismiss as a 'pet'), and Vanillabean follows suit.

They're both examples of active good listeners, however- and will definitely, most certainly get irritated/taxed by those who are not so good, and unreasonably so. Language is one thing, with consideration being another entirely; patience, and etc. It's both skilled and willful.

Volo here (and by extention, Cynthia) have a first language of Greek, with a secondary of Kantonian- Volo actively self-harms mentally by forcing the latter with a bubblier tone/inflection; he should sound much softer. His relationship with a third language depends on the protagonist; I headcanon that he understands them much better than the average hisuan, with the exact pronunciation dependent; the closer they are, the more likely he'll pick up a dialect accent that they have than a textbook inflection.

My Cogita has a voiceclaim that speaks Paldean/Spanish, so it's highly likely that's her native with the Celestic Language/Greek being tandem/secondary; the most important part is the quick cadence and flair- Could be coincidentally like Felix's case where instead she simply speaks the languages "*in Spanish*"; accents occasionally transcend past their original language (often how dialects form).

Cynthia likely is also like this, but with a positive spin; she's not quite so pessimistic and hurt, but it can come off as a blonde moment when she flubs it.

#headcanon.#dash commentary.#angelofasclepius #long post.#felix fae.#felix pardus.#volo.#cynthia.#haha linguism.....

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Hello! I love your writing. Do you think you could do an angst prompt for Lucien and Feyre? Platonically of course, I miss their friendship from book one so much. I hated that those 2 never really talked it out.

I was thinking maybe 69 and/or 53? Or whatever comes to mind there's so many good ones for them

Angst prompts

“It’s just a bruise, nothing more”/“is that blood?”

How about both?

Part of me wants to rewrite the scene from ACOFAS when Feyre mentions Lucien shows up back from Spring with a black eye and busted lip and she apparently had nothing to say about it…

But I’m not going to do that… 👀

Modern AU - this turned out more fluff than angst, I think, but I like it

—-

Feyre nearly had a heart attack as she walked into her dark apartment and saw a large shape shift in one of her arm chairs. She swallowed a scream when the light from the hall showed her fiery red hair and she relaxed, heaving a sigh as she tried to calm her racing heart.

“For heavens sake, Lucien. You could warn a girl before you break into her apartment,” she grumbled as she went through the usual motions of letting herself in, setting down her purse and keys and locking the door behind her.

“I’ll keep that mind,” came the deep rumble from behind her.

“How’d you get in anyway?”

“Spare key.” There was something… off about his voice, though she couldn’t quite figure out what it was. “You really should get a better hiding place than under your welcome mat.”

“Noted.” She smiled to herself as she flipped on the light then gasped when she caught sight of him, rushing over.

“It’s just a bruise,” he said, catching her hand before she could touch the dark purple splotch around his left eye.

“Just a bruise?” Her voice was a tad higher than she intended, but really… “your eye is swollen shut!”

“Im fine,” he insisted. But now she was looking at his entire face. Gripping his chin, she lifted it, turning his head to the side.

“Is that blood?” She asked, eying a smeared trail of red that led from the corner of his mouth to his chin. The side of his lip seemed fuller than usual.

“I said I’m fine,” he snarled, shoving her hand away.

Feyre put her hands on her hips and glared down at him. “Bullshit. If you were ‘fine’, you’d be at home instead of breaking into my place.”

“I didn’t break in, I used the key.”

“Semantics,” she sighed exasperatedly. “What the hell happened?”

Lucien turned away, refusing to look at her and her stomach flipped uncomfortably.

“Did he do that to you?”

A flinch. So that’s a yes then.

“Because of me?” She asked, her voice softer.

Lucien looked pained.

“Oh, Luc,” she said, sitting down on the arm of the chair and smoothed back his hair. “I’m so sorry. I never meant to cause problems between you two.”

A little late for that, she thought wryly. She’d more or less been unintentionally causing problems in Lucien’s friendship with her ex since they met. He’d been temporarily living with Tamlin after his father kicked him out, and Tam had always been jealous of their friendship. Hadn’t liked his girlfriend and best friend spending so much time together. Definitely hadn't liked the casual intimacy between them that was truly more akin to a brother-sister relationship than lovers.

They’d almost come to blows once or twice- really, it would be more accurate to say Tam almost came to blows, after starting some stupid argument with Lucien over nothing. This time, it looked as though it had gone farther than that.

“He kicked me out,” Lucien said quietly. It was then she noticed the suitcase and duffel bag sitting in her living room. “I didn’t know where else to go.”

She could easily believe that to be true and it made her heart ache that he felt so alone. Things were still strained with his family and while she was sure his older brother would have been happy to have Lucien stay with him, she knew Lucien’s pride would never allow him to ask any sort of favor of Eris. Not with the way their father had always forced them to compete against each other, driving a wedge between them. One she was almost certain Eris wished to mend, but that was a conversation for another time.

She glanced around her tiny apartment, eyeing the sofa that was definitely too small for his large frame dubiously. It would be cramped quarters but she knew Lucien would do his best to stay out of her way and help where he could. Perhaps Rhys could even help him find a place of his own finally. But, given the lingering animosity between those two deriving from some childhood rivalry she hadn’t bothered asking about, that too would be a careful conversation for another day.

“We’ll you’re welcome to stay here, of course.”

Lucien followed her gaze to the too small sofa and barely hid a grimace. “Thank you. I’ll stay out of your hair… if I could just- have a pillow and blanket… I’m rather exhausted after-“ he cut off and she didn’t press him to talk about what happened. He would when he was ready, or not at all.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” she said, standing up and moving towards the kitchen. “My beds big enough, we can share.”

He snorted “I don’t think your new boy toy would care for you having another man in your bed.”

“He’ll get over it,” she replied flippantly. Though she was more inclined to believe Rhys would just insist she stay with him and let Lucien have the apartment to himself. But, she wouldn’t tell him just yet.

“Hungry?” She asked, opening the fridge to peruse its meager contents.

Lucien chuckled and the sound made her smile. “For your dubious cooking?”

She snapped the door closed, fighting a grin as she glared at him. “Hey! I resent that… I happen to make a mean frozen pizza… and canned soup.”

Lucien laughed outright at this, digging out his phone. “You can save your culinary skills for another time. I’m ordering takeout.”

“Ha!” She laughed, coming back to join him. She flopped on the couch and grabbed the TV remote. “Then I get to pick the movie.”

#anon ask #lucien and feyre

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mermaidsirennikita · 1 year

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ARC Review: The Worst Woman in London by Julia Bennet

3/5. Releases 2/2/2023.

For when you're vibing with: friends to lovers, an experienced, jaded heroine, a softer hero, complicated friend group issues, and two romances for the price of one.

Ten years after marrying Edward Thorne--and eight years after they separated--Francesca is determined to get a divorce. Thorne, conversely, is determined to avoid giving her one. That's why he employs the help of his best friend, James Standish, to persuade Francesca into staying the course. The problem? James and Francesca's friendship rapidly gives way to a sizzling sexual tension...

I have mixed feelings on this one. I really like Julia Bennet's writing style, overall, I like Francesca a lot as a heroine, and I admire the way this story takes on some complicated, adult social bonds and relationship issues.

However, I feel that the author may have bitten off a bit more than I personally would advise chewing. This book isn't that long--but there's a lot of character development packed into it, and I don't think I could really... fully believe it, even if I believed in Francesca and James's relationship in essence.

Quick Takes:

--Again, I really like the complexity of James being Thorne's longtime friend, while falling in love with his wife. I wouldn't say that Fran and James are friends when the book begins--they aren't enemies, but with James being Thorne's friend and Thorne and Fran being separated for so long, they just haven't had reason to spend time together. Their chemistry felt really natural, and I think it would've been even better had Bennet leaned into James's guilt and the tension of him wanting his friend's wife a bit more. Yes, Thorne doesn't want Francesca at this point. But I feel that Bennet sidestepped some of that guilt by making James and Thorne basically near on the outs shortly after the book begins. Which just! Doesn't make sense, for one thing; is Thorne so stupid that he'd send a friend who doesn't even really like him to handle something so delicate? But for another thing, you're just losing a lot of emotional value and angst when you have the men at odds so early.

--Here's the other thing. There is a secondary romance, and it is between Thorne and Sylvia, a young woman originally intended to be matched with James. Cool, I don't have an issue with this in theory. But Thorne is such a jackass (and not in a fun way) and Sylvia is eighteen to his thirty-six. Which, in theory, in a historical, I could potentially get behind. I've read similar age gaps and loved them, I won't lie. But here, I see a guy who's an asshole, and I see a fresh, young girl who really deserves better, and I see her being paired up with him after he couldn't make it work with his thirty-year-old wife... It just didn't work for me, and it especially didn't work when contrasted to Francesca's fertility issues, and it especially didn't work when it was taking time away from James and Fran's romantic development.

--Like I said, there's just a lot going on, even though I would say this book is more character-centric than plot-centric. But if you do enjoy the idea of a story in which everyone ends up with their own HEA, and you get a couple different romances, I can see this working. For me, secondary romances can be excellent... Or they can feel like distractions from the main event. Here, it felt like a distraction. For me.

--James is definitely a softer hero, but here I think it worked well because that was what Francesca needed. In many ways, I think this book was kind of a deconstruction of what you see a lot in historical romance--it's looking into what happens after the couple that is really superficially unsuited gets together. And what happens when the heroine grows up, and needs someone who's more suited to the person she's grown and become. It's very realistic, in that sense.

So yes--mixed feelings here, but I see the talent, and I see the value. I'd love to read more from Julia Bennet that perhaps has a bit less going on, and a bit more focus on the core love story, but I appreciate her realistic look at adults with adult problems.

Thanks to Julia Bennet for providing me with a free copy of this book in exchange for an honest review!

#romance novel blogging #arc reviews #netgalley #book recs #books #book reviews

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the-parentheticals · 1 year

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Word count: 933

Summary: Love doesn't exist. Or, if it does, it doesn't end well for anyone.

Warnings: harassment, murder, something necrophilia-adjacent (but not sexual)

Note: Alright, Milgram fandom, how do we feel about Mu? Yes, I’m obsessed with her MKDR cover (my Discord nickname is currently MuKDR), and yes, that’s where the title is from.

For @badthingshappenbingo, Leave Me Alone. I’ll be honest, that sentence is probably the least worrisome part of this fic.

The further adventures of terminal//command (the AU with @kung-fu-cutbug in question), and…well, definitely spoilers for the AU. The loveknot is three disasters. I apologize if I’ve bungled Rory. Yes, I snuck a bit of Hiro and Akemi in there, couldn’t resist.

read on ao3

i. delusion

“Chikako?” He doesn’t quite smile when she meets his eyes, but he comes close. Really, she’s the only person in this forsaken game that’s even close to worth it.

“Leave me alone.” It’s without a hint of remorse. “How many times do I need to tell you? I don’t like you. And I don’t appreciate this.”

“I’m willing to do what you wish me to.”

She leans in close, her breath in his ear, and his heart nearly gives in at the prospect of being so close to her. “Relleve. I will make this very clear. If you make unwanted romantic advances on me one more time, I will kill you.”

“If you did, I’d have no objections.” After all, what could be a better way to spend your final moments than close to your beloved?

“What is wrong with you?” She says it in her ordinary tone, but due to the closeness it comes out so much more intense than she ever intended.

“Love cannot be wrong.”

Chikako falls away, pauses for a moment, an eternity, to consider something, and he knows she’s got something else in mind when she says, “Then I don’t want it.”

“How you feel doesn’t matter. You’ll come around eventually.”

When he leaves, she’s perfectly still, her eyes wide, staring into nothing. Progress, is it not?

ii. sentiment

“William Stevens? Stevie?” The tone is softer than she usually uses, but she supposes that if she’s going to be vulnerable to him already, a bit more can’t make it worse. “I need to talk to you. Privately.”

He nods cheerfully. “What is it?”

This is it. She’s not ready. She knows she’s not ready. But they could die at any moment. And it’ll make Rory shut up, which she figures is most important.

“Relleve likes me, I despise it, and I believe that, if we were to be together, he would stop harassing me.” She takes a quick breath. In, out. “So. Will you accept this?”

Stevie blinks up at her for a moment that lasts forever, and she fights to keep her face straight and guiltless.

“…Rory’s a bad person, then?”

“It’s not that. Not at all.” Of course, the one thing he takes away from it is something that has nothing to do with what she wants. “He is horrible, but we’re not talking about him. We’re talking about me. What I want from you. Stevie, please.”

“What do you want me to do, then?”

“…are you really so stupid?” She slams her eyes closed to avoid him seeing the tears flowing out. “You’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?”

“I don’t—”

Her eyes snap open for the briefest moment. No, she’s not going to go easy on him just because he’s confused. “Forget I asked.” She turns on her heel and walks away, not looking back in the slightest.

iii. compensation

“Rory…”

The name barely comes out. It’s too caught up in his short breaths, in, out, and the bloody knife he’s holding moves back-and-forth with him.

“Are you dead yet? Is this…”

He stares at Rory’s corpse. The corpse does not stare back, presumably because Rory had not been looking in his direction when he died.

“Chikako got it right, didn’t she? Nobody’s going to miss you.”

Rory does not respond.

“…but…that’s not right, is it?”

He presses his fingers against Rory’s cheek. Cold, it’s so cold, and you did this. You killed him.

“You knew what you were doing, didn’t you?”

A soft sequence of breaths that grows ever quicker.

“She hated you, and she was right to do it, but I don’t. Not anymore. I can’t, you just wanted someone to get you, and that was yourself.”

His head is against Rory’s chest, and he realizes dimly that he’ll have to wash the blood out later.

“…I love you. Or I should have.”

He stands up and brushes a lock of hair away from Rory’s forehead. He has to go. He has to cover things up. Just a little bit longer. It’s all gonna be okay.

iv. federation

“…okay. To make things clear. You fell in love with your murder victim. Right after you killed him. That’s messed up. So, so messed up.”

“I’m…glad you agree, Akiyama-chan?”

“Oh, Inaba, don’t lie to me, you’re just as confused as I am.”

“Of course I am! Lying is bad!”

Chikako doesn’t say a word. She just looks at Stevie, her mouth covered by her scarf in the way she so rarely does.

“Did any of you miss Rory?”

“Just because we don’t miss him doesn’t mean we want him dead.” Akemi slams her fist on the podium, followed by an annoyed look by Masahiro.

“Stevie-san, do you understand why I’m so frustrated by all of this? When you’re committing murder? The one thing I never wanted anyone to do?”

“Then you shouldn’t have let it happen.”

“Then you shouldn’t have done it!”

“But I did. Is this because—”

“Do not say it. I forbid you from saying it.” It’s the first time Chikako’s spoken up since the vote. The command comes out in the absolute tone she’s used so often on her shoots.

“Emiya-chan?”

“It doesn’t matter why. None of it matters.”

“Chikako?” Stevie tilts his head, and for once he seems genuinely oblivious. “You asked me to do it, right?”

“No, I didn’t. This is exactly what I was talking about.”

“But…you were complaining about him. To me. You don’t like anyone, and why would you…?”

“Because I’m in love with you. And I told you, and it ruined everything.”

#badthingshappenbingo #danganronpa #pari's ocs #pari writes real fics #my stuff #terminal//command

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your first time | HCs

what your first time having sex includes (for anon)

Г includes : hermione granger, draco malfoy, harry potter, ron weasley, ginny weasley, pansy parkinson, fred weasley, george weasley, luna lovegood, cho chang, fleur delacour, nymphadora tonks, bellatrix lestrange, and narcissa black

♡─

hermione granger

♡─

actually researches everything she can to make it good for you (which ends up working really well)

is such a nervous wreck about making it perfect that you have to remind her

"it's with you, it'll already be perfect"

uses terms like vagina until you straight up tell her you're comfortable with dirtier words

foreplay QUEEN

does absolutely everything in her power to get you as wet as possible before doing anything

to the point where you wonder if you'll cum before even fucking

is already asking you what kinks you wanna try at this point

doesn't shut up but she's complimenting you the whole time

gets really encouraged + turned on whenever you moan

clingy, grinning mess after

asks you immediately what you want her to do better next time

♡─

draco malfoy

♡─

cocky, cocky, cocky

secretly really nervous but still plays it up

will not let you top

returns anything you do

doesn't stand for you being quiet

he will do everything in his power to get you as loud as possible

also doesn't take his eyes off you at all ─ like he wants to memorise every second of it and every inch of your body

pretty rough but instantly softens if he thinks he hurt you or something

won't cum until you do

tells you how hot you were after

teases you for cumming for him like that wasn't the intended goal

acts non chalant instead of telling you how head over heels he is

♡─

harry potter

♡─

harry is CURIOUS and no one can tell me otherwise

you're the one that has to tell him it's ok to touch you and he goes all out once you do

wants to do everything, touch you everywhere

actually wouldn't be able to get over you or shift his focus from pleasing you

"these are so pretty", "i love this", "say my name again", etc.

you probably have to pull him away at some point if you want to actually touch him ─ or fuck

absolutely shook when do you touch him

tries to stay quiet until you tell him you wanna hear him

then he won't shut up with the babbling and the praises

wants a second round as soon as you finish

♡─

ron weasley

♡─

thanks to hbp, we know how inexperienced ron is

so don't expect him to get actually kinky the first time

sure, he wants to go all out with you but he's actually really gentle

accidentally tries something in the moment (like choking, degrading, basically any kink) and apologises

then can't believe the experience actually gets better when you roll with said kink (and enjoy it)

slows and asks if you're ok the whole time

and every time you say yes, he gets really encouraged

doesn't even want to pull away when you're done ─ basically never wants to take his hands off of you again

heavy breathing and huge grinning right on your skin when you're done

having a snack together after because it's cute and he's all worn out so

♡─

ginny weasley

♡─

effortlessly sexy

honestly gets you going without even knowing it (you're done for when she actually tries)

she's really casual but sweet

definitely confident

puts her hair in a ponytail so you can see her face but still grab her hair

can't stay serious for shit ─ she's so happy and makes sure you know it

absolutely teases you if you stare at her

"its like this is the first time you've seen me naked!"

voices how turned on she is and how hot she finds you

forces herself to keep her eyes open because she wants to see you come undone

gets as many orgasms out of you as she can

sits on your lap and plants all these little kisses on your face when you're finished

♡─

pansy parkinson

♡─

"y/n and i are going to fuck, you should all be jealous" "oh my gods pansy,"

only a little nervous ─ she's more excited than anything

starts to confidently tells you about her daydreams, fantasies, and wet dreams but ends up blushing really hard

gets to work immediately

assumes she's topping but is actually willing to let you if you'd like

cocky, teasing, and sweet the whole time

goes for dirty names right off the bat

doesn't miss a beat when you cum, "baby 'm gonna take you against the wall now"

keeps going even after she gets tired

finally stops once you're both mindblown and unable to walk

falls asleep naked with you, head in your hair, mumbling about how she has the best s/o

♡─

fred weasley

♡─

will pick you up/drag you/etc. to wherever you're doing this

excited as fuck but wants a safeword first and foremost

probably makes it something really stupid

you can barely get anything other than moans out once he starts touching you

gives you kisses, talks dirty, fucks you as hard as he can... he goes all out

just to make your first time the best you've ever had

focuses on giving unless you want more

softer during the second round but way kinkier ─ the boy likes trouble more than work but he's still a quick learner

slow, tired makeout when you're both worn out and him spooning you

♡─

george weasley

♡─

also really excited

has already figured out your kinks at this point through conversation cues and imagined making you cum with all of them

won't stop kissing you, saying stuff like, "ready to cum for me baby?"

SWOONING banter, "so long as you fill me up love"

confident + teasing about it

"fuck, how did you know i like that?" "a weasley is always prepared y/n," "didn't you forget to wear shoes to class last week?"

absolute gentleman

makes sure everything's ok with you

knows how to get you hot and bothered without being too rough

grunted i love yous

pulls out of you once you're all fucked out but keeps you close so he can give your forehead wet, praising kisses

♡─

luna lovegood

♡─

so ready to do this

tells you really non-chalantly how bad she wants you

also a queen of foreplay

undresses you so carefully and slowly, telling you how gorgeous you are

long kisses

open about her kinks, asks straight up what yours are

locking fingers while you fuck and agreeing to only let go if one of you wants to stop

spoiler, your hands may as well be fused together by the end of the night

coaxes you through her moans and checks on you

even though she knows ─ and trust me, she KNOWS ─ you're having the time of your life

wants you to lay on your back after you cum and plays with your hair + swirls her fingers on your skin from her comfy lil seat on your waist

♡─

cho chang

♡─

sweet over sexy first time

nervous at first that someone's going to walk in but once she starts touching you, the whole world disappears

lots of blushing and giggling

nothing too serious ─ your legs are tangled and you're just heart eyed

plants kisses all over you the whole time

actually loses herself with you

like eyes scrunched shut and looking like an angel

if she didn't want to see you all pretty and moaning so bad, she'd probably keep her eyes closed and just be happy with how good you feel

whispers the cutest but dirtiest shit

so smiley when you cum

gets pouty if you pull away or stand up after

wants to cuddle, skin to skin, and keep giving you kisses

♡─

fleur delacour

♡─

wants it to be perfect

wears the prettiest lingerie she owns

sets a romantic scene

physically and verbally

trust me when i say this girl is a romantic goddess when it comes to words

pulls out the french and tells you how beautiful she thinks you are

magic touch ─ her fingers are stroking and caressing you during everything and it feels magical

during this first time, actions > words

barely says anything

other than moaning your name

quietly praises you under her breath but says it louder if you tell her to

just really sensual and passionate

holds you in her arms and kisses all over your neck and shoulders when you finish

♡─

nymphadora tonks

♡─

"love, are you sure you want to do this together?"

the second she has your full comfort and consent?

she goes wild

fucks you a thousand different ways but is being so sweet with her words

respectful yet dirty, complimenting in the sexiest tone you've ever heard

wouldn't want to do anything too kinky the first time

only because she wants to leave you wanting more

(as if you won't already ─)

definitely loses control of her hair colour in the moment

it just feels so good that she can't help but go bright and vibrant

all bubbly and talkative when you finish + gets herself together and changes her hair back to your favourite colour

♡─

bellatrix lestrange

♡─

lays out all her kinks that first time

goes absolutely wild in bed

covers you in sloppy kisses and hickeys

moans shit like, "i have been thinking about this since the moment i laid eyes on you,"

loud the whole time

possessive pet names

my doll, my love, my pretty little thing

melts the first time your hands are in her hair

(whether they're pulling at it or running through it)

won't say anything about it but looks for cues that you're comfortable and enjoying it as much as she is

doesn't stop until you're completely worn out

lays on your chest when you're done

and falls asleep mumbling praises

♡─

narcissa black

♡─

tease

wants to stretch out your desire before you do anything for as long as she can

long kisses, hooked fingers, etc.

and when she does fuck you?

respectful queen, looks at you for consent before trying anything

stays serious but if you let out a little giggle, she indulges it because she's just as excited to finally be doing this with you

knows what she wants and expects it

she doesn't stop coming up to kiss you

tells you how good you're doing the whole time

makes you cum as many times as she possibly can before finally letting go

doesn't let go when you're done ─ she wants to stay close to you, hot breaths and juices mixing while she kisses the top of your head

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staygolddindjarin · 3 years

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Grief

Chapter One: History

Din Djarin x Reader x a bunch of other star wars characters

Series Summary: Raised on Mandalore, born into a bloodline of warriors, no one ever expected for the daughter of a Clan leader to go rogue. Leaving the life of security and making the journey to fight in the war against the empire meant many things... giving up the way of the Mandalore, and giving up a solid future. A future that involves an arranged marriage to a foundling from another clan.

Chapter Warnings: Oof this ones kinda angsty right off the bat- ⚠️ attempted suicide?? Kinda?? Age gap (reader is underage, but don't worry it's just for the sake of backstory and also there's no spicy, so...) mentions of death and afterlife, fluff if you like squint really hard

A/n: hello there... I'm sorry to inflict tumblr with this atrocity, but wattpad had to deal with it so tumblr can too. I wrote a different version of this on my wp with an OC name, but I know that not everyone cares for that so this won't include that. Also this series will be such a slow burn... prepare yourself ahead of time because it's going to be agonizing

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Part 1/?

"Pehea gar mar'eyir ni...."

How did you find me....

He came and sat beside me, the sound of metal scraping agaisnt the ground when he knelt first.

"Gar cuyir te shi solus tion'ad comes olar jii. Ni kar'taylir gar jate'shya gar mirdir Ni vaabir," He responded.

You are the only one who comes here now. I know you better than you think I do.

I heaved a deep breath before letting it out in an exhausted sigh. Speaking in my native tongue was something I always appreciated, but now sitting here it felt nearly uncomfortable, but there was a reason for that.

"I wanted to be alone," The words from my mouth were no longer in my language, and he shifted beside me, trying to convey his confusion without a word.

"Care to elaborate?" He suggested, his asking tone was harsh... but then so was everything else about him.

I didn't really feel like explaning my feelings at the moment. I didn't want to focus on the very thing he was asking about. Even though he wasn't absolutely sure of what he was asking.

"You wouldn't understand if I told you," I trailed off.

"Try me." His voice wasn't any softer, but the sincerity he rarely showed had seeped into his tone.

"I really don't think it's a good idea. You really won't understand, and for all I know you could make things worse off for me than they already are," I didn't like it when he let his guard down around me. I didn't like getting closer to him, even though I was supposed to.

"I can't force you. Whatever it is, I wouldn't get myself too worked up," He sounded hurt, but I couldn't bring myself to believe it was by my words. He was too strong to be wounded by such trivial things.

He moved in his seat, beginning to stand, and for some reason the thought of being alone like I had originally intended seemed like a horrible idea.

I reached out to grip his arm. I kept my gaze forward, knowing that even if I looked at him I could not see his eyes.

"Stay."

He didn't hesitate. He sat down again, and I no longer felt guilt for the hurt in his voice a moment prior.

We sat for a moment in silence, just looking over the cliffside, into the deep canyons that wove in between settlements and encampments of our tribes and clans.

"I don't want this life," I whispered. I had only half hoped he would be paying enough attention to hear me. My voice was soft enough that he might not have.

"What do you mean?"

I squeezed my eyes shut, regretting the choice to even say what I did. I felt a shiver go down my arms, and I felt the wind come into the old open cavern, making the air around me chill. My arms were exposed, for I didn't expect the cold tonight. I didn't expect to be here this long.

"I'll turn sixteen in four days. I will either take the creed, or deny everything I've ever been taught. I'd leave if I do that," I finally gave a glance in his direction. He looked back at me, or at least the beskar did. I could never tell where his eyes were.

"You want to leave?" That pained tone of his voice had returned. The one I felt guilty for without actually believing I had done anything to cause it.

I did. I wanted to get off this planet. Away from the responsibility of becoming what everyone expected of me.

"I have to. It's the only way I will ever be at peace, but I'm not sure if I truly have the strength to stand in front of my family and deny the creed."

I could run away. I had some friends who were planning to jump a transport and join the rebellion against the empire.

They had offered me to be apart of this, but I had refused, believing that I would follow in my ancestors footsteps and take the creed. My father had already provided the beskar for my helmet to be made. It was already in the armourer's possession. All that was left was for me to come of age.

"Where did you go, just now?" He noticed my lack of attentiveness to my current reality, and brought me back to where I was. On the drafty cliffside, with my legs hanging over the end.

"Nowhere. I was just thinking about the future," I had admitted. Though I felt the need to stay emotionally distant from him, and not let myself develop a closeness, I knew I could trust him with my life, which is why I even revealed these things to him in the first place.

"What do you think your future will look like?" The tone that brought me guilt had again left his voice, but was replaced by something else... was it fear? I could not even think of theorizing that he could ever be scared. He was one of the bravest in his clan. Never had he shown an ounce of fear to anyone or anything. How stupid of me to even wonder.

"Merc and his crew are gonna stow away on a crate transport tomorrow. He has contact with the rebellion. He said that I could go with them if I was up for it," I looked down, almost embarrassed at admitting a plan of escape to someone so loyal to this place. Even though he wasn't born on this planet, and even though he wasn't a blood member of any tribe, the foundling was more of a mandalorian than I could ever be.

"You've agreed?"

"No. Not yet," I shook my head. I didn't feel like my reasons were valid. Having him sit beside me, and ask me these things made me realize that I needed to explain myself further.

"Din, I want to be free. I don't want to spend the rest of my life under a code that is so restricting to me, binding my every decision. Everything I'd do would have to be following after the creed."

He didn't respond, and even though his features were shrouded under the reflective surface of his beskar, I could tell he was thinking of something.

"I'm not yet sixteen, but when I am... I don't want to be locked down under a piece of metal. I don't want to have to be bound to this planet or a clan. I want to go some place far away and be something that is different than what everyone expects of me. I want to fight battles against the empire, I want to make my own rules. I want to be free to marry who I love, and not be betrothed to whoever my father chooses for me," I finished off my speech about freedom, but realized the last sentence too late. I should have chosen a better set of words.

Din's head hung down, looking at the wrist guards he wore. He shook his head back and forth and before I could interject, he began speaking.

"So that's why...." he trailed off. I was honestly too scared to say anything now. Why must I speak so bluntly and hurtfully honest to people? Perhaps it is because I had never gotten close to him that now I had no fear in what I said to his face.

"If the reason you plan to leave your family is because of me, then-"

"No," I said harshly, catching him off guard. I was usually snippy with others, but I had never before shown a tendency to be angry or intense with my speech. "Believe me, this has nothing to do with you."

"You have always shown enthusiasm towards coming of age. It's only now, when we are arranged, that you show any difference," He brought on certainty in his voice that I nearly couldn't deny, but the truth was... it really wasn't about him. "I can converse with your father, the rest of the clan... I will find a way to break it off if it will make you stay."

"Din, I don't want you to do that. If you don't believe me when I tell you that you are not the cause of this, then so be it, but I will not have you ruining your good name in my favor, when it won't even stop me," The heat of the moment provided actual, physical warmth for me in the time I was running my mouth off, but now that I had finished, and begun to calm down, I felt the freezing air on my arms again, wrapping them around myself and drawing my legs closer to generate more body heat.

"Are you cold?" He changed the subject, needing something- anything else to say.

"Its not exactly warm up here," My voice was low and sarcastic, but at hearing my words, Din stood up and stepped behind me. Before I even had a chance to ask him what he was doing, I felt his thick woolen cape being draped around my shoulders.

I smiled softly, not even a real, full smile. More of just a small tug from the side of my lips. My real smile was saved for later.

"Thank you."

He nodded as he sat back down, letting his legs fall over the cliffside.

"So you're gonna leave with them, aren't you?" His head turned to face me, but I couldn't dare try and stare at the beskar while thinking of what I would do. This choice was the beginning of the rest of my life.

"I think so," I didn't think. Thinking was what I had been doing too much of. Now I was certain. This was my choice. I was going to start new, and become something different. I may have been born on mandalore, but I was definitely not a mandalorian.

I had a rush of confidence come through me until I remembered what this meant. It all hit me like a dropship coming out of hyperspace. What was I thinking?

"No," I whispered. Din didn't understand my sudden discouragement, but he would soon.

"Merc and his friends already denied the creed. He's a foundling. They all are," I started to tear up as I realized what would happen to my family. The loss of a child in a clan is bad enough, but my family hadn't done anything to dessrve this. They were caring. They had shown me love. They had given me the best life I could ask for on a planet with such a religion.

"Second thoughts?" He asked genuinely, scooting closer beside me as to maybe get more information from my body language, or even my breathing.

"I can't do this. My family would be ruined. If I ran away, they would be punished for it," I felt tears coming up in my eyes. My clan was good to me. The people were kind, and I found solace there. Even if I had always dreamt about something bigger, I couldn't bear to let ruin come upon my family name. It wasn't fair to let that happen, especially when the only thing in the way was my own selfishness. "I can't leave my family."

I let the tears stream down my face, not even bothering to wipe them away. The contrast of the cold wind on my hot, tear streaked face had helped to calm me down a little.

"If you plan on staying, you understand that I am apart of your future here, don't you?"

"Din, I already told you before... you are not the reason I want to leave," I tried my best to keep myself together, but with my wet cheeks and red, puffy eyes, I didn't see how that could be an option.

What if there was another way to freedom?

I sat, trying to think of some stories that the other clan members would talk about.

"Din?"

He hummed in response, keeping his gaze on me.

"Has anyone in your clan ever mentioned afterlife?" I maybe should have taken a different approach to this. He seemed to be rendered speechless by my topic of conversation, but I had to ask.

"You mean after death?" He asked me and I nodded.

"I've heard some stories."

I thought about how it had been described to me. A paradise, with never-ending happiness, and unlimted freedom. Freedom.

"After you die, you appear in the world as another life. You can do whatever you want and no one has consequences for any of it. It's like a world without chaos. Everything is perfect," I remember every word as it comes out of my mouth. The words that were spoken to me, more like taught to me when I was a bit younger by the elders who had retired from their days of battle.

"It sounds too easy." He said, ripping me out of my fantasy.

"That's the point. You don't have to worry about anything or anyone, because you can do as you please, and everything will still be the same. All you have to do is die...."

"Like being reborn into a different world."

"Exactly."

I hesitated to take my safety blaster from it's holster under my hip, and when I did, I looked at it before pointing it out in the distance and testing the trigger. It shot a blast of lazer energy out into the air, landing somewhere beneath us in the canyon.

I decided that this was not an act to pursue at the moment, for Din was sitting right beside me, and the sight of watching a young girl pull the trigger against her own head might be an unpleasant one. Even for him, though he has seen worse.

I put the blaster back in it's holster and stand up from the rocky ground. Din follows suit, looking down at me with quiet concern. I wouldn't have known it until now, but I wondered if he had come to care for me at all during these last few weeks we had been betrothed.

I'd known him the majority of my life anyways, so I knew he must have felt some sort of attachment to me, but in what form, I hadn't ever cared to ask.

He kept breathing heavily as he looked down at me for a few moments, and it almost sounded like he wanted to ask me something. The question was on the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't bring himself to utter the words.

"Here's your cape back," I slid the material off my shoulders, trying to hand it back to him, but he pushed it back towards me.

"You should keep it for now. The sun is nearly down, it will only grow colder."

He reached his gloved hand up to my face, and I could swear I felt the warmth of his hand beneath the coarse leather.

I only nodded, and leaned forward, trying to lean my head into him, but he carefully stopped me, his hands on my shoulders. Instead he rested his helmet against my forhead, and the cold beskar wasn't such a bad feeling as it rested there.

"I won't let you down. I promise." He said, clueless of my plans for later tonight, after the tribes were asleep, and no one would be at the cliffside.

"I know you won't. You're a good man, Din Djarin." I paused, trying to gather better words. "A true Mandalorian if there ever was one."

The moment didn't last any longer because of how frigid the air was becoming. It was warmer back with the tribes, they always had a fire burning.

Without another word, we both left the old artillery cavern and hiked down the side of the canyon to get back to our own clan territory.

Once I was at the edge of mine, I turned around to utter a simple goodbye, and found that he was very close behind me. His hand came up and rested on my shoulder, lightly squeezing it.

Maybe this was the last time we would see each other. Tonight I would envoke my plan to freedom, to rebirth. Perhaps we would meet in another life. Perhaps I would have just enough memory of this life to try and find him in the next one. One where I will have freedom.

Tonight I had gotten closer to the metal clad Mandalorian than I ever had before. I didn't regret it. He listened to what I had to say, and there were few who ever did.

His hand fell from it's place on my shoulder, but I didn't let him walk away yet. I pulled him into an embrace, feeling him tense up for a moment before reciprocating. It took him a few seconds to let out the breath he was holding in, but when he did, he found himself relaxing into the comfort.

"Goodbye, Din," My voice wasn't sad, or overly sensitive in any way. I figured it actually sounded quite optimistic.

"You know I'll see you tomorrow." He said, reminding me of the clan meetings. Once a month the clans would gather and each tribe would go over the agenda for whatever was to happen soon. Battles were normally discussed, but tomorrow, me and a few of the others in the other clans would be talked about. Our ceremonial coming of age where we would take the creed.

"Yeah... right. Don't come looking for me, I don't plan on showing up," I said quietly, careful in anyone was to hear me.

He pulled me back at arms length and looked at me, but his black blast shield hid his features and I could not tell if he thought I was crazy or not.

"How come?" His voice was also quiet, as we noticed some of my clan passing by to get to the fire.

"Don't worry about it. You'll still see me tomorrow," I lied. Or did I? Everyone within the five neighboring tribes would probably see me tomorrow.

He nodded, pulling us all the way apart and stepping back.

"Good."

He didn't look like he was gonna walk away until I had gone into the hub of my clan's small village. I turned around and walked towards the large fire, seeing my mother. Her helmet was unmistakable. The pattern of the strill engraved into the side of the beskar. It was her signet. A worthy kill of her days in battle. I would never have one. I walked towards her when she noticed me.

Her modulated voice let out a small chuckle, before I stepped beside her.

"It is well to see you spending time with Din Djarin. Me and your father were afraid you may not have been fond of him," She kept her gaze on the fire, speaking only loud enough for me to hear her, given that the other mandalorians of our village were also gathering around the fire, conversing with each other the same way we were.

"I am fond of him, why would I not be?" I was unsure of what she meant. Sure, I had been keeping a distance between us since my father had arranged our marriage, but I never had shown that I wasn't fond of him. I was polite, and gave him attention when it was asked of me.

"Whenever I or your father bring up the discussion of your eighteenth birthday, you always seem to act like it's the plague," She was smirking under her helmet, and I could tell. I could always tell what face she made underneath her metal covering.

"Maybe it's the fact that I dread getting married at all. I'm not opposed to Din, though," I convinced her. I wouldn't have to try and do that again after tonight.

"Whatever it is, your father will be pleased to know you and him were in each other's company. Although I will stray from telling him you two were alone... you were alone, weren't you?" She turned her metal covered head, trying to figure out from the look on my face.

"Yes," I answered truthfully, knowing there was no point in lying. No damage could be done at this point, except for maybe towards Din.

"And what were you both doing?" She tilted her head, and I let mine drop. I would tell her the truth, because nothing bad could come from it. Or could it.

"We were just talking... about the future," I answered.

"Your marriage..." She suggested, and I nodded, knowing that it did come up in the conversation.

"Yes."

"I shudder to ask if consummating was apart of this conversation," She looked back at the fire, knowing how red my cheeks would turn and how embarrassed I would be.

"No, nothing like that. I can promise you," I shivered at the thought. Din was a good man, but I didn't necessarily need to be letting thoughts like that intrude my mind.

Everyone else around the fire seemed to be distracted by the glowing flames, and my mother was soon the same, so I suggested my absense.

"I'm going to go in for the night, get some rest. Big meeting tomorrow..." I said before reaching out and squeezing her hand tightly.

She nodded to me, and I took my leave, walking towards our living quarters on the opposite side of camp.

I wasn't looking where I was going, and brushed my shoulder against Merc, who was with Gander and Shyloh.

"Sorry, didn't see you coming," I told him, but he shook his head, optiing ti ask me a question instead.

"Don't worry about it, I was looking for you anyway... Did you think about the offer? We leave at sunrise on the north delivery tarmac," He informed me, but I didn't have an answer. I wasn't staying here, but I wasn't leaving either.

"You'll know if I show up," I gave him a smirk, partially just because I was glad to see someone's actual face tonight, and not just a metal facade.

"We can't wait up for you, just know that."

I nodded, letting them get by. Maybe I could go with them. Live this life freely without starting another one.

No.

My family will not be able to handle that. It's better off if I'm dead. At least they won't go on to believe that I betrayed them, turning my back on all loyalty they had ever taught me. They would nevwr wonder if I ever loved them or planned on keeping their wishes.

I could start fresh. They wouldn't have to worry about me anymore. And I wouldn't have to worry anymore either. Rebirth.

I went straight to bed, clutching the woolen blanket beside me close to my chest.

For some reason I felt a pang of guilt in my chest. Something that made the sting of salty tears swell in my eyes. I knew that what I was doing was best, but yet I started having a hard time justifying something so drastic. They would get on fine without me, wouldn't they? They would go on living by the creed. This is the way. They will find a way to go on without me, like they did before I was born. Din will be arranged with another girl as soon as I'm gone. Everything will be alright.

The wetness that spilled over my eyes and down my face lasted hours, even though my mind kept telling itself that it was at peace.

It was in the dead of night, when I gathered a few of my belongings into a knapsack, throwing it over my shoulder before leaving out the tattered window of my private space.

I ventured to the canyon, with the moons lighting my way. The planet was never truly dark, due to the brightness and the number of shinning moons, all the color silver.

I set my knapsack down on the edge beside me. By the end of this, I would be at the bottom, waiting to be found the next day. I just hoped it wouldn't be anyone I knew. Of course, the number of people who ever came out here was only two. Me, and Din Djarin.

I hoped he wouldn't find me. I hoped it would be someone from another tribe that was flying over, and happened to spot something at the base of the cliffside.

I pulled my flask to my mouth, taking a large drink. A bit spilled onto my chin, and I wiped it off, feeling the breeze on my face. It was much colder now than earlier tonight. I wasn't sure if I should pull the blanket from my belongings and wrap it around myself, or skip the process of making myself comfortable and just get this over with.

I leaned over, looking straight at the ground, hundreds of feet below me. My heart started racing, and I got scared. Why shouldn't I be? I have every right to be absolutely terrified. I closed my eyes, trying to scoot myself over the edge inch by inch, seeing if I would just drop.

I nearly panicked when my bottom hit a crack in the ground and I thought I was going over. My breath hitched in my throat and I instantly pulled myself back.

"This isn't as easy as I thought it would be," I murmered, beginning to feel the emotional side of everything rise to the surface again. It didn't help that with the absolute silence that circled around me, I couldn't have any single thing to distract me.

I stood to my feet, wrapping my arms around myself to ease the goosebumps rising on my skin from the frigid air.

I stood right on the edge, lifting a foot over and leaning forward, but before I could fall, I again caught myself, the adrenaline working overtime in my system and beginning to heat me up.

That wasn't going to work either. If I could, I would put a blaster to my temple and pull the trigger, but then it wouldn't look like an accident.

I paced around back and forth a few times, trying to calm myself down, to stop the whimpering and to make my tears cease. It wasn't working. I just needed to get this over and done with. A new life, with endless possibilities was waiting for me on the other side. Freedom was on the other side.

I wiped my face, even though it didn't stop me from crying, but it helped me to see clearer. I backed up, into the cavern, all the way inside until my back hit the wall of the ex artillery carvern. This was it. A new beginning. Rebirth. New life. Freedom.

I ran as fast as I could toward the edge, my eyes closed. I could feel the wind blowing against me even harder with my speed, and I could tell the edge was drawing near. Every step I took, I felt as though it was my last one.

I finally felt my foot hit the edge, but then I never fell. Instead, I was tackled to the ground. Whoever landed on top of me was heavy enough to hold me down, because half of me was hanging off the edge of the cliff.

I didn't dare even open my eyes. This was a sign. Someone stopped me.

I clinged onto whoever it was, and knew almost instantly who was laid over me when I heard him groan.

I cried even harder, my head buried in his armor clad chest, and my arms around his neck and his torso.

He was holding me tightly, one hand cradled my head into his neck, and the other firmly gripped my waist. He rolled us both over and I swear I felt him shaking.

"What were you thinking?" He stressed, his grip on me tightening as if he was scared to let go. I was scared too. I didn't want him to let go.

"You have to talk to me..."

I heaved a deep breath, deep enough to steady my voice so my whimpering didn't interfere with my words.

"I want out. I need to get out," I cracked in the middle of saying so few words, but they conveyed the message I was trying to get through.

"I can get you out, I promise.... But please don't ever try that again," His voice was full of worry, and as I suspected, he was trembling in fear.

"I'm sorry..." I cried some more, realizing that what I had done was now the biggest mistake I ever made, even if I was saved.

"It's okay. You're okay. I've got you," He spoke to me, my voice quieting down as my sobbing came to a slow halt.

I lifted my face from where I had burrowed it into his neck, looking up at him. I didn't know what his expression was, but something told me it was fearful, and worrysome.

"I have to get out of here," I repeated again. The last day or so it became my mantra, and would leave my lips often, even just to myself. Mostly just to myself.

"You're going to. You're going with Merc... when are they leaving?" He asked, his arms still around me like mine were for him.

"At sunrise. They're gonna jump a delivery ship on the north tarmac," I explained, my voice was now hoarse and thick, due to not only all the crying I had done, but also the cold night air that had entered my lungs.

"Sunrise isn't for a few hours..." he let me know, and I nodded, knowing we shouldn't probably leave yet, for the walk to the north tarmac wasn't very long from here.

"Din, if I leave, my family is going to get the fire for my decision. I can't let that happen," I told him, my voice had become more firm, and I needed to convey the importance of how much this meant to me.

"I give you my word, that as long as I live, nothing will happen to your family," He swore, and I could just feel his eyes staring into mine. So much so that for the first time since he put that helmet on, I knew where his eyes were.

"I trust you. And I know that you'll always keep your word," I nodded, a small smile finally forming on my face.

Since it got fairly quiet, and we were still entangled together, I scooted off of Din and opted instead to take the seat beside him.

"I should tell you some things before I go. I just don't want to leave anything unresolved," I admitted, and he stayed silent, waiting for me to continue.

"I know this might sound horrible, but I hated the idea of getting too close to you. It was like if I had formed an emotional bond with you, I wouldn't be able to leave anymore. And the last thing on my mind had been to stay. I've wanted freedom for a while now, I was just always too scared to say anything. And when my father told me that you and him had come to an agreement for arranging a marriage.... it's like it all became more real to me. My freedom would be taken in just days. The creed of mandalore is sacred, and it's truly an amazing thing... but it isn't for everyone."

He sat and took everything in. All the words that just spewed from my mouth like I had been holding them in for ages went against everything I had ever learned. Everything that had ever been put into my mind was the opposite of what I wanted.

"You're young. You want more than what the creed can offer you. I think you'll be able to find what you want wherever you're going," He said, I knew there was more, for he didn't even mention anything that I had said about not wanting to be close to him, but when he stayed silent, I knew he was finished, and that I still had more to say.

"Din, I wanted to tell you that if I had to be married, I wouldn't have minded it being you," I admitted. I would leave no stone unturned before I was to just pick up and leave forever... maybe not forever, maybe someday I would return to my family, to Din.

"I can't say I don't feel the same," He seemed to become stiff next to me, but I soon found the reason when he suddenly reached for my hand with his gloved one.

I took it proudly, intertwining our finhers together.

"You know, I was only an eight year old kid when you took the creed. I have so many memories of you yourself, but whenever I recall them... I can't see your face. I've completely forgotten what you look like," I laughed a bit, though it was quite a sad thing actually. I could not remember him in a way that wasn't covered in metal. I remembered that he was a boy once, and that he would play with all the younger children in the clan set next to his. He played with me and the kids I lived next to. He was a lively, energetic boy. Always doing something... sometimes causing mischievous acts. He was so different now. But the change wasn't bad. Since he'd taken the creed he has been the most noble, fearsome, and trustworthy member of his clan. Completely honorable in every sense of the word.

"I don't look like I used to. It wouldn't do you any good to remember anyways," He chuckled under his helmet, and it brought a smile to hear the melodic sound.

"Well, if I'd stayed long enough to marry you I would find out for myself," I leaned my head on his shoulder, feeling comfort by his presence. If I had made the absolute decision to leave this planet earlier, I could have let myself grow a relationship with him. Romantic or not, he was easy to talk to, and I trusted him. He was a friend to me, and I never imagined more, but now his presence was just something that put me at such ease.

"Do you think you'll ever come back?" He pondered, seeing as just the tiniest moonrays shown down into the canyon ahead.

"Someday. I'll comeback and repay you."

"For what?"

"Saving my life," I replied. My attempt to throw my own life away had been pushed away but I had to bring it up. I owed him my life.

"Anyone would have done the same if they had seen," He insisted, and I shook my head.

"How did you even know I was out here?" My curiosity got the better of me, and I asked for an explanation.

"I couldn't sleep, I took a walk through Ronion until I found myself here. I saw you across from the mesa on the south side... I saw you lift your foot over the edge, I knew what you were trying to do," He said, his grip on my hand got tighter almost instantly.

"Thank you. If you hadn't been there, I would be at the bottm of this canyon." I let so much seriousness onto my voice, and it didn't sound like me.

"Don't thank me yet... not until I get you on the tarmac,"

We sat in silence after that, just looking out over the horizon. When the slightest bit of light hit the edge of the planet, we stood to our feet, gathering my knapsack and begining the journey to the north delivery tarmac.

We were there in no time, and before I could even look for them, Merc and his crew were in sight. They were all sitting with their backs against some cargo imports, waiting for the transport to arrive.

"Well, well, well... look at what the shriek hawk dragged in," Shyloh said, gesturing to me and Din.

"Djarin, I didn't expect to see you here," Merc raised an eyebrow at the sight.

"I'm just here to make sure she gets onto the transport safely," He assured them. I looked out of the corner of my eye, and in the brighter horizon I was able to see a cargo ship coming into the landing area.

"Our rides here," I said, and they all jumped up. Since the ships were automatically run, and don't even require droids, it was often very easy to hop aboard and be carried to another destination. Of course, there were only a few who ever wanted to leave.

I myself hadn't ever left Mandalore, neither had I traveled much even on the planet. Only a few trips to visit the the markets with my father. I never even went into the city, for it was told that in the city lived Mandalorians who did not keep the creed. The tribes were convinced that they hadn't actually ever taken the oath, and just wore the armor for the sake of doing it.

The ship's doors opened, pulling me out of my thoughts, and a conveyer belt folded down to let the cargo units be carried out onto the tarmac for later pickup.

"Alright, it's time to head out," Gander said, slinging his knapsack over his shoulder and boarding the transport.

The rest followed after him, but I still had one thing left to do.

Din looked at me, waiting for me to join the others, but I came close to him one last time.

"You promise my family will be taken care of?" I asked, to which he simply answered with a firm nod. However the look on my face gave him reason to believe that his answer wasn't good enough, so he spoke instead.

"I give you my word. If they are not taken care of, I will let you strike me dead where I stand."

That was good enough for me. He truly meant it. He was a man of his word.

I pulled his head toward mine, resting ny forehead against his in a traditional mandalorian kiss. I pulled back when I heard my name being called from the transport.

"Goodbye, Din Djarin," I told him.

He didn't respond, he just let me go, watching intently as I boarded the ship before the doors closed.

The cargo transports were always on schedule, so as soon as the doors closed, it began lifting into the air. I looked out through the transparent view finder on the side, watching him stand as we began moving out of sight.

"You gonna miss him?" Shyloh asked, his brows furrowing as if he were sorry for me.

"Yes, I suppose I will."

I lost sight of Din, and realized we were leaving the atmosphere most likely preparing for a jump to hyperspace.

"But I'll see him again."

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A/n: please don't get too caught up in the age gap y'all it's just for backstory purposes because this story is eventually going to follow canon events.... (also i know that this doesn't really portray Mandalore correctly, but let's pretend it does because i had this idea)

#din djarin #din djarin x reader #din djarin smut #din djarin x oc #din djarin x jedi!reader #cassian andor #luke skywalker #the mandolorian x reader #the mandalorian #the mandalorian smut #rough day #din djarin series #din djarin imagine #din djarin fluff #din djarin angst

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genshin-impact-writings · 3 years

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hi there! may i request small frappé with pumpkin spice and whipped cream? childe x reader ty! this is my first time requesting so i hope i didnt do this wrong!!

Heya, dear anon! Thank you so much for your request, it was perfect and i had a lot of fun writing this. So, here's your drink: A small frappé with pumpkin spice and whipped cream on top. Hope you enjoy! <3 (Reblogs are very much appreciated.)

Prompts: fluff, fake dating, “You’re not wearing that, are you?” + “I don’t think I can do this anymore.” (400 followers event: JJ's coffee shop)

Be mine – Tartaglia x gn!reader (fake dating!AU, fluff)

“You’re not wearing that, are you?”

With furrowed brows, you looked at Tartaglia. He was standing behind you, watching you as you turned in front of the mirror to get a better look at your outfit. “Why?” you asked, a hint of confusion echoing in your voice. “Is there something wrong? Is it too much?”

“No,” he replied, and a smile flashed over his face as he stepped closer and wrapped his arms around your waist from behind. Resting his chin on your shoulder, he added, “It makes you look even prettier than you already are, to be honest. Everyone’s going to stare at you.” He nuzzled your cheek. “And I’m not sure if I like that thought.”

You felt your face growing hot at his words and tried to wriggle out of his hug. “Stop that,” you said with a sheepish grin. “No one’s here, there’s no need to act like we’re a couple.”

Tartaglia hummed in response and took a step back after releasing you from his hug, although he couldn’t deny that your words hurt him more than he liked to admit. He knew that you were right – the two of you weren’t really dating, after all. It was just a show you put on to stop your friends from constantly pestering you to finally find yourself a boyfriend. When you had asked him to pretend to be in a relationship with you for a while, Tartaglia hadn’t hesitated to help you. Up to this day, he hadn’t regretted it – well, a bit, maybe.

At first, it had been nothing more than a game and a secret the two of you shared – something that never failed to make you laugh when your friends weren’t around. But as the weeks passed, things had… changed. At least for him.

He had no idea how you felt about the whole situation, though. If you still thought about him as a friend or if his constant flirting did have some kind of effect on you… if you maybe had developed real, genuine feelings for him too. It was foolish, he knew that, but he couldn’t help but hold on to that thought whenever he saw you.

You watched him in the mirror, the way he stared into the distance absent-mindedly, his pretty blue eyes filled with something you couldn’t quite put your finger on. He often had that look on his face when he thought you weren’t noticing it but whenever you brought the topic up, he always told you that you were imagining things before he quickly changed the subject.

That didn’t stop you from asking, though. You turned around to face him, your left arm slightly outstretched, almost as if your body couldn’t decide if you wanted to reach out for him or not. “Hey,” you said, your voice a lot softer than you initially intended. “What’s wrong?”

It was fascinating to see how his facial expression changed almost immediately, how he put on a smile that could have fooled anyone but you. “I was just thinking that you’re right,” he replied and shrugged. “About us, I mean. We’re not a couple when your friends aren’t around, and I’m sorry if my actions made you feel uncomfortable.”

You let out a surprised laugh. “What made you think I was uncomfortable? I just – I don’t know, I guess I wanted to say that there’s no need to pretend anything when we’re alone. It’s not necessary and I don’t want to bother you. Um…” You shook your head, annoyed by your own stammering. “You’re not making me uncomfortable. That’s what I was trying to say.”

You watched as his smile slowly transformed into a more honest one, and suddenly, there was this warm feeling welling up inside you again. It had happened a few times already, mostly when he looked at you like you were the most precious thing he had ever seen or when he hugged you like he had done earlier but you had never bothered yourself with thinking about it. After all, he only acted like that because you had an agreement with each other, not because he actually cared about you… at least not in that way.

And it was fine, although you couldn’t deny that a part of you had always wondered what it would be like to be in a real relationship with him. He could be reckless and even kind of belligerent sometimes, yes, but when he was with you, he seemed to be a completely different man – caring and considerate, always trying his best to make you smile when you were upset or sad. He was your best friend, the one you could always rely on, no matter what happened.

And sometimes, just like in this moment, he was the one who made your heart skip a beat without even knowing it.

“We should go,” you said, shaking your head once again to get rid of the confusing thoughts that had come to your mind. “The others are probably already waiting for us.”

On your way back home, you couldn’t stop thinking about something your best friend had said to you. Sometimes, you couldn’t help but wonder if they secretly knew that your relationship with Tartaglia wasn’t real but since you didn’t want to risk anything, you had decided to let sleeping dogs lie a while ago. Maybe they didn’t know it, anyway but something about the way they looked at you when they told you how happy you could be to have someone like him in your life, had suggested that they were well aware of your fake dating. “If you weren’t so cute together, I would be so jealous, really,” they had added with a grin, darting a glance at Tartaglia who had been joking around with one of your other friends at this point. “He’s awesome, (Y/N). Don’t mess this up, okay?”

The words were still echoing in your mind. How could you mess it up if everything wasn’t even real? Of course you knew what they were trying to say but at some point, you would have no other choice than messing everything up because you either had to tell your friends toe truth or act like you and Tartaglia had broken up. You couldn’t force him to play along forever, after all.

Sooner or later, he would find someone and fall in love for real, and then you would have to let him go, no matter how awful it felt to imagine him being with someone else. The thought hurt – and at the same time, it made you absolutely furious.

You stopped in your tracks, confused by the sudden anger that welled up inside of you when you thought about Tartaglia’s hypothetical future partner. Just because he would start to date someone, you definitely weren’t going to lose him; he would still be your friend. The only thing that would change was the fact that he would no longer act like he was head over heels in love with you.

And that was the moment it finally hit you.

The problem wasn’t that you were afraid of losing your friend. The problem was that you didn’t want him to fall in love with someone else – you wanted him to love you, actually love you, not just pretending like he had done for the past couple of weeks.

It was absolutely crazy, you knew that. He had agreed to fool your friends with you for a while because he thought it sounded like fun but actually developing feelings for each other hadn’t been a part of the deal. It had been completely out of the question, even.

Heck, why did everything have to become so complicated all of a sudden? Why did you have to fall for him? Everything he did, every hug, every kiss… all of that was part of your charade. He didn’t do it because he had romantic feelings for you.

Right?

You couldn’t help but remember the scene from earlier when he had hugged you in front of the mirror, implying that he’d be jealous if someone else would start to admire you. There had been no one around to see; he didn’t have to talk to you like that – and still, he had done it. And he had hugged you in a way that still made your heart beat faster.

Damn it. You needed to talk to him.

You needed to talk to him right now.

You turned around and rushed back to the restaurant where you had parted ways maybe fifteen minutes ago. He wasn’t there anymore but you knew that he sometimes went for a walk near the docks because he liked to listen to the sound of the waves, so you decided to look for him there.

It wasn’t too hard to find him – and as he spotted you approaching him through the crowd, a soft smile flashed over his face. “Did you miss me already?” he asked in a teasing tone that usually would have caused you to roll your eyes. But right now, it just made you feel more insecure.

“I need to talk to you,” you said. Admittedly, it wasn’t the smoothest conversation starter but you were way too nervous to bother yourself with being particularly eloquent in that moment. “About us.”

He raised his eyebrows. “About us?”

“About the whole situation,” you explained. “The relationship thing we have going on. I – I don’t think I can do this anymore. It just… it just feels wrong to pretend like we are dating when we’re not. I don’t know why I came up with that idea in the first place, it’s so stupid and I’m sorry for dragging you into this and-“

“Whoa, slow down, (Y/N),” Tartaglia interrupted you and furrowed his brows. “What are you talking about? I told you many times that I don’t mind helping you. I know your friends, I realize that they can be quite annoying when it comes to… well, your love life. You’re not taking advantage of me if that’s what you’re concerned about.”

You buried your face in your hands for a few seconds and let out a frustrated groan. “That’s not the reason I want to end this, Tartaglia,” you said. “I want to end it because it just feels wrong. We don’t love each other – we shouldn’t pretend that we do. It’s… it’s just not right.”

“Who says I don’t love you?”

You had expected every answer from him but not something like this. With wide eyes, you stared at him, searching his face for a sign that he was joking, that he was trying to fluster you like he already did a million times but his expression was unusually serious. “What?”

“Who says I don’t love you?” he repeated patiently. “You said it’s not right to pretend that we love each other. But the truth is that I’m not pretending anymore. So, it’s not wrong, is it?”

You couldn’t reply. Your thoughts were racing as your brain tried to comprehend what he had just told you but you felt like you weren’t able to think straight at all. Not when all you could think about was that he loved you.

Tartaglia stepped closer, gently cupping your face with his hands. “I love you,” he said, the tone of his voice so earnest that it send a shiver down your spine. “And I think that you may love me too, so if that’s the case could you please say something? Or – I don’t know, blink twice, maybe?”

“Shut up,” you said, finally snapping out of your state of shock. “Shut up and kiss me.”

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weebswrites · 4 years

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How about the demon brothers letting their s/o touch their horns(and other appendages) for the first time?

I love this prompt so much, thank u anon!! (I’d also definitely be down to go more in depth on any of these and write a whole fic for it, drop a comment or request if you’re interested in that heh)

Lucifer

• It takes a very long time for him to be open to the idea

• One day he gets an email with bad news and he’s so mad - boom. Demon form

• You walk in after your classes to check on him and he’s sitting at his desk, wings broadly behind his back and his head in his hands, frustrated grumbling coming from his mouth

• “Lucifer?” you say quietly, not wanting to scare him

• He looks up at you, eyes filled with a deep rage, but he settles a bit at your presence

• You walk over to stand next to him, putting your hand on top of his gently

• You then move to put your other hand on his shoulder, but he instinctively moves away, causing your hand to brush his wing

• A moan of relief leaves his mouth, and he looks up at where you’re standing

• “I- I’m sorry...I didn’t-”

• But he cuts you off, “No no, it’s okay my love” he said, voice still clearly angry but gentle towards you

• “Can you...rub my feathers? It’s...comforting” he asks, not used to showing weakness or his demon form to you

• You do so, slowly running your hands down his feathers, leaning in and pressing a kiss on the back of his head, directly between his horns

• Your hair brushes them, and you turn to admire them

• “Luc-” you start, but it’s like he can read your mind

• “You can touch them, just be gentle. Like you are with my wings” he whispered, voice already much calmer from your gentle touch

• You leave one hand stroking his wings, but move the other to his horn. You run your fingers up it lightly, fingertips brushing against the ridges before you return your hand to the base and repeat the motion

• He could have fallen asleep you were making him feel so relaxed, but he knew he had work to do

• He was humming softly in pleasure throughout this btw

• After a bit of this, he whispers “Thank you my love~ you can stop now if you’d like”

• After a few moments you do, turning him in his chair to face you so you can kiss him

• He smiles into it, and you stay with him until he’s done with his work

Mammon

• You’re drinking together in his room

• Originally you weren’t going to get drunk, since it was just the two of you, but one thing lead to another and here you were

• You were giggling together about something stupidly funny, tears brimming in your eyes

• A few hours pass, and it’s 3 in the morning. You’ve sobered up a bit and somehow found yourselves in a deep conversation, sitting across from each other on his couch

• You were telling him about your ex-boyfriend, and how he left you for someone else

• Mammon was enraged, “What a stupid human! Leaving you is the stupidest thing a stupid little human could ever do!”

• Suddenly he’s in demon form

• “Oh, shit Mammon I didn’t mean to make you mad...”

• He seemed a bit surprised himself, but there he was

• “Mah human...comere” he said, standing up and holding his arms out to you

• You obey (pun kinda intended), standing up and walking towards him, a bit hesitant to get too close since you’d never touched him in demon form before

• He pulls you into a hug, and after a few moments you feel his bat-like wings wrap around you

• They’re warm, and much softer than they look

• You relax into his embrace, and he sighs against your skin

• “I love yah, human”

• You exhale through your nose, not wanting to move a single centimeter from your position in his embrace

• “I love you too, Mammon”

Leviathan

• You’re in his room, watching anime from his bed

• It’s the last episode, and you’re both on the edge of your seats

• Then, it’s over

• Neither of you could have predicted the ending

• It was......horrible

• He was on his feet, screaming at the tv as something crossed your eyes

• It was...a tail? Holy shit...he was in demon form

• “Levi, babe, sit down” you said, trying to soothe him

• He listened, sitting down, but his hands were shaking he was so upset

• “Can I put my arm around you?” you whispered, not wanting to overstep

• He nodded, and you did so. You spoke calming words in his ear as you rubbed your hand up and down his arm, keeping an eye on his tail so you didn’t accidentally touch it

• You could tell your words were getting through to him when his tail rested on the bed behind you, wrapping around where you were sitting on the bed

• A silence fell between you, and you hugged him a little tighter

• “Can I...ask you something” he whispered

• “Always”

• “Can I...” he paused for a moment, debating whether or not he should continue, “put my tail in your lap?”

• “Of course” you whispered, your heart swelling with happiness that he trusted you this much

• You felt it lift off the bed and slowly rest in your lap

• You held your hands up a bit, not wanting to do anything too much

• “You can...touch it” he whispered, taking your hand off his shoulder and placing it on his taik

• It was warm under your palm, and you ran your hands down it, following the direction of the scales

• The two of you stayed like this for a few minutes, stroking his tail tenderly before he suddenly wrapped his arms around you, pulling you against him as he spooned you

• His tail wrapped over your hips and rested in front of you, and you slowly took it in your hands, cuddling it a bit

• You fell asleep like that, and when you woke up the next day his tail was gone and he was back to his casual attire

Satan

• You’re in his room at RAD, chatting about the book he pre-ordered that’s supposed to be delivered today

• Suddenly his D.D.D. vibrates, and he looks down to check it

• He reads, then rereads, then rereads again

• “Satan...?” you ask

• “yoU’RE KIDDING ME!!” he explodes with a few more expletives, suddenly In demon form in front of you

• “Satan, what happened” you said, coming standing up but not moving closer

• “Th-the stupid bookstore isn’t shipping the books until tomorrow!!” he said, voice filled with rage

• “Shit...I’m so sorry Satan” you said, stepping forward a bit

• “No..stay away...I don’t want to hurt you...” he warned you, “I’m so mad right now I don’t know if I can control myself”

• You hear him, staying back, but watching him pace in anger breaks your heart

• “Satan~” you whisper, running over to him and wrapping your arms around him tightly

• He froze a bit, but quickly wrapped his hands around you back, giving you a tight hug

• Before you knew it you felt his tail wrap around you two, holding your bodies together

• “I...” he whispered, trying to think of an explanation for his actions

• “It’s okay...I understand” you reassure him, and he presses a kiss against your cheek

• "Can I feel your tail?” you whisper quietly

• “Yes” he responded, equally as quiet

• This was the first time you were even seeing his demon form up close, and you ran his tail between your fingers

• You slipped a hand to the back of his head, and ran your hand through the back of his hair. Your hand moved up more, resting a bit between his horns

• “You can rub my horns if you want” he added

• You do, moving your hand to one of his horns and lightly running your fingers along it

• He exhales against your neck, relaxing into your touch as his tail loosens around your bodies, your touch relieving him of the anger that previously ran through his veins like fire

Asmodeus (16+)

• He’s on top of you, grinding against you desperately and whispering degrading comments in your ear

• You let out a feral moan, fingernails digging into the back of his shoulder blades

• Suddenly his wings appear, and he looks down at you with horns

• You know you’re in for it

• “T-Touch my wings baby~ they’re extra sensitive the closer you get to the tip”

• You listen to him, carefully running your fingers against his silky wings

• He moans shakily against your neck, sucking a mark into you as your fingers trace light patterns against his wings

• “My horns too~” he whispered, smirking into you

• One of your hands flew to his horns, and your finger circled against the tip before swirling down to the base, and you let your fingers massage his horns

• He started thrusting into you, begging you to keep touching his wings and horns

• After you were done (it had been a few hours) he was still in demon form, and you laid together, your head on his chest as one hand played with his hair and horns, the other drawing patterns on his wings

• He whispered how much he loved you and how amazing you are at touching him as you fell asleep In his arms

Beelzebub

• You enter the kitchen to see your boyfriend turned away from you, on his D.D.D. with someone, so you quietly take a seat as to not disturb him

• Suddenly he’s screaming, “This is unacceptable!!! I want my partner’s favorite food damnit!! I will not settle for some demon world crap, I want the best of the best from the human world!!”

• His horns suddenly become visible, and you don't know whether to stay and comfort him or sneak out and give him his privacy

• But you don't have to decide, because he’s angrily tossing his D.D.D. onto the counter and freezing in place when he sees you, sitting there worridly

• “Honey...” he whispers, walking over to you

• “Beel...what’s going on” you ask, “Are you okay?”

• “I don’t want to tell you yet...it’s a surprise”

• You got up and stood in front of him, “Hug?”

• “Hug” he nodded, pulling you tight against him

• His wings were a bit lower than his brother’s, and you were careful not to touch them. You felt surprised enough you were hugging Beel in demon form, but you two had such a deep bond you knew you could trust him

• Almost as if he could tell you were being cautious of his wings, he said “You uh, you can touch my wings if you want..it’d actually feel nice...”

• “Oh...okay...but let me know if I should stop” you said, and then gently placed your hand on one of his wings

• You ran your fingertips across it, being very gentle as his wings felt a bit thin

• “They won’t break, they can’t” he assured you, and he pulled away a bit, turning around so you could fully see (admire) his wings

• You ran your hands over them, admiring the intricacy of their design

• After a moment he turned back around to face you, and leaned down to show you his horns

• “I’ve...never let anyone touch me like this...” he confessed, hiding his blush as he looked down to let you touch them

• You admired his horns for a moment before reaching out to them, gently running your hands over the rigid bumps across them

• After you had finished, you put your hands on his cheeks and lifted him up, pressing a kiss to his lips

• “Thank you, Beelzebub. I love you” you whisper, knowing he’d know how genuine you were by the use of his full name

• “I love you too, [Y/N]”

Belphegor

• The two of you are just about to nap in his room when Lucifer comes storming in, scolding him for something or other

• Belphie takes a minute to register what’s going on, but as soon as he does he’s out of bed in a blind rage

• “LUCIFER!!! SHUT!!! UP!!!” he yells, in demon form

• You wake him up, you suffer the consequences lol

• After a few moments Lucifer leaves, rolling his eyes as he closes the door behind him

• He turns around to look at you, and your eyes are visibly nervous at what might happen

• “Sorry...I didn’t mean to flip out. You know how I get” he explained, rubbing the back of his head awkwardly

• “You’re good” you reassured him, “come back and lay down”

• He did so, positioning himself a bit weirdly as to not touch you with his tail

• “Belphie...if you want...you can...well, you can lay closer to me. I don’t mind touching your tail” you say, knowing it’s more of a him thing than a you thing, but now knowing how to go about addressing it

• He stayed where he was for a moment, processing your words, before scooting closer

• He lays on his side next to you, and gently places his tail across your lap

• You don’t touch it at first, it just being on your lap was a huge step and you didn’t want to push it

• “This means a lot” you say, wanting to make sure he knew the trust he was putting in you

• He nods, and after a moment closes his eyes

• You do the same, placing your hand on your lap, just above where his tail lies, slowly moving It down to rub the soft hair at the end

• By the time you’re both asleep, your hand is wound inside the end of his tail, the smooth hair feeling good against your warm fingers

• Neither of you talk about it after, but you can feel the bond is strengthened between you

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robininthelabyrinth · 3 years

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A continuation of NHS invites WWX to JYL's wedding, and what happened there? Perhaps about how the estemed Hanguang Jun ended up running off and eloping with the Nie sect heir's intended?

continuation of that short fic, now it’s own fic on ao3

Plus One - Chapter 2

“So,” Nie Huaisang said, sidling up to his brother and his two sworn brothers now that they’d finally gotten to the party part of the wedding and they could all huddle up in a corner to be anti-social together.

Or, well, for Nie Mingjue and Lan Xichen to be anti-social and for Jin Guangyao to be forcefully restrained from attempting to perform hosting duties, which he incessantly tried to do - it was like he had no idea what servants were for. Which Nie Huaisang supposed was understandable, given everything, but the way Jin Guangshan encouraged him to do it certainly wasn’t.

“So,” Nie Mingjue said, his voice only mildly ominous in a way that suggested, to Nie Huaisang at least, that he was still finding this whole thing incredibly funny.

Accordingly, Nie Huaisang ignored him. “How much do you think I can milk being horribly dumped?” he asked. “Because I think I’m about to be horribly dumped.”

“By your new ‘intended’?” Lan Xichen said, looking amused. “Really, Huaisang, I don’t know what you were thinking by bringing him.”

“Uh, that he deserves to attend his shijie’s wedding? Obviously?”

“But to bring him to Lanling…”

“He’s my guest,” Nie Huaisang said haughtily, bringing out his fan and doing his best ‘rich young master who is better than this and is most certainly above your petty questions’ Jin sect impression. “You aren’t suggesting that the Jin sect would take back an invitation they freely issued, would they? Or breach the rules of hospitality?”

“Huaisang, Xichen didn’t mean it that way and you know it,” his brother said, sounding annoyed, but in his relaxed run-of-the-mill ‘I hate parties’ type of annoyance, rather than specifically about his behavior. “Obviously the Jin sect won’t do anything about it. Regardless of any other considerations, anything they did would be refusing to show our Nie sect face, and then I’d have to make an issue of it.”

He sounded wistful. Probably thinking about how he could use it as an excuse to storm out and go home early.

“We’re only worried about you, Huaisang,” Jin Guangyao murmured, looking remarkably calm for someone who was definitely (if unobtrusively) being blocked from leaving by two very tall men with excessive mother hen tendencies. “You’re all grown up now, not a child – you need to think about the political implications your actions might have. Aren’t you concerned about your brother’s reaction?”

Huaisang was about to explain that he’d gotten his brother’s permission, but then he remembered that they were in Lanling, full of spies, so he decided to tell Jin Guangyao about that later.

“It’s not my problem that Sect Leader Nie has to think about politics at what should be a happy family event,” he said instead, nose in the air, and Lan Xichen frowned even as Nie Mingjue sighed, probably at Nie Huaisang’s total lack of caring about even the basic obligations of etiquette. Or possibly his reference to their little inside joke, but these were his sworn brothers, so they’d have to figure out sooner or later that Sect Leader Nie and Nie Mingjue weren’t always the same. “Besides, that isn’t what I asked. I asked about how long I can milk my terrible heartbreaking break up.”

“I thought you were getting dumped?” his brother asked, passing him a jar of wine. A good brother, even if he was mocking him.

“Getting dumped leads to a break-up,” Nie Huaisang insisted. “Wei-xiong is a thankless white-eyed wolf who was just using me with absolutely no consideration of my tender feelings.”

“You have tender feelings?” his brother said. “Why wasn’t I informed of this?”

Nie Huaisang kicked him in the shin.

As usual, it had no impact whatsoever on his brother and only hurt his own toes, but it was the principle of the thing.

“Huaisang,” Lan Xichen said, his voice oddly gentle, even softer than normal. “Did you – really – for Wei Wuxian –”

Nie Huaisang, who’d been taking a drink of wine, nearly choked. “Er-ge,” he said, mildly horrified. “Please. Wei-xiong is a very handsome gentleman, fearless and dashing, with all the skills one might ask for in a son-in-law –”

“Brother-in-law,” his brother muttered, as if he hadn’t been Nie Huaisang’s de facto father figure for years.

“– and, yes, I suppose we have similar tastes in drinking, carousing, and pornography –”

“Of course you do,” Jin Guangyao said, looking up at the ceiling as if it would hide how his lips were twitching.

“– but let us not forget: he lives in a trash heap. With Wen sect. I have standards!”

“I thought he was marrying in?” Lan Xichen asked, smiling again now that he had confirmed that there was no actual heart-breaking occurring in the vicinity. “He’d live in the Unclean Realm that way, wouldn’t he?”

“He would not,” Nie Mingjue put in. “I don’t care if they’re all enlightened saints that do nothing but charity all day, no one surnamed Wen is living in my home.”

“You see what I’m up against?” Nie Huaisang said, holding out his hands in appeal to his brother’s sworn brothers. “My da-ge doesn’t understand, he’s only good for swinging a saber! How cruel and heartless must a man be to stand in the way of true love?”

Lan Xichen covered his smile with his sleeve. Jin Guangyao pressed his lips together in such a way that made his cheeks especially round and quivering with suppressed laughter, like a mouse stuffing its face to bulging with rice.

“Er-ge, you wouldn’t be nearly this cruel if it were you, would you?” Nie Huaisang asked, reaching out and tugging said sleeve. “You’d be kind and generous about it – I bet you’d find them a nice little place to live, maybe next to those foothills you’re always saying you want someone to use but that you’re not willing to sell…”

“Were you planning on moving in with er-ge after your marriage, then?” Jin Guangyao asked. He looked much more amused and relaxed now – maybe he’d been stressing over this being some sort of scheme and was feeling much better now that he realized it was actually just Nie Huaisang’s nonsense. His paranoia had always been deeply endearing. “I don’t think your brother will like that.”

“Not me,” Nie Huaisang said, rolling his eyes at him. “But if it was Lan Zhan sweeping him away, er-ge would definitely support him. Right, er-ge?”

“I always support my brother,” Lan Xichen said with a smile.

“Good,” Nie Huaisang said, taking another swallow of wine. “Because he and Wei Wuxian just had a very intense conversation in a secluded corner that ended with them kissing and running off together, so it’s about to become your problem.”

Nie Mingjue choked, Jin Guangyao’s jaw dropped, and Lan Xichen’s eyes got really big.

“Not joking,” Nie Huaisang clarified cheerfully. “Totally serious.”

“Excuse me,” Lan Xichen said, getting up very quickly. “I need to – go see –”

He didn’t even bother finishing the sentence before rushing off.

“Go with him,” Nie Mingjue said to Jin Guangyao, who blinked owlishly at him. “It’s going to be a shitshow, isn’t it? Politically, I mean.”

“Uh,” Jin Guangyao said.

“Really, da-ge,” Nie Huaisang said. “The notorious ostracized-by-the-cultivation-world demonic cultivator Wei Wuxian, the Yiling Patriarch, is abruptly reintroduced to society as my intended bride, only to be stolen away by the Lan sect’s Second Jade, the second most desirable bachelor in the cultivation world, in the middle of a wedding party thrown by Lanling Jin? I have no idea why you think this would so much as raise an eyebrow.”

“That’s a lot of words to say ‘shitshow’, which is why I didn’t,” Nie Mingjue said. “Meng Yao – Jin Guangyao – oh, fuck it, A-Yao, someone is going to need to keep their head about them and think about the political implications long enough to keep Xichen from getting himself into serious trouble, and you’re better at it than I am. Go help him. I’ll cover for you two here.”

Jin Guangyao still looked torn.

“Don’t listen to da-ge, he’s worrying too much,” Nie Huaisang volunteered his own opinion. “How much trouble can the Lan sect really get into over a matter of love?”

“I’m going at once,” Jin Guangyao said, and ran after Lan Xichen.

A moment later, Nie Huaisang handed the jar of wine back to his brother.

“Well done,” he said, voice much more neutral than it had been a moment before. “Assuming your goal was to deprive Sect Leader Jin of san-ge’s assistance while we define the situation to make it come out the way we want.”

“Couldn’t have done it without your timely assist,” Nie Mingjue said, pinching the bridge of his nose. He did so hate politics, and he hated being good at it even more. Truly there was nothing better, in Nie Huaisang’s opinion, than forcing his brother to relent and give in to the sneaky bastard half of his heritage. “Anyway, Sect Leader Jin is drunk and his heir is the groom, and thus occupied. It’s only reasonable that I, as the person with the next highest status, take charge of dispersing the news.”

“And by ‘dispersing the news’ you mean rehabilitate Wei-xiong’s reputation, get him reinstated in the Jiang sect, and arrange an appropriate marriage between him and Lan Zhan before anyone can complain about an inappropriate elopement, of course.”

“It’s called being efficient, Huaisang,” Nie Mingjue said.

“It’s called creating a countervailing alliance to the Jiang-Jin sect connection, getting both the Jiang sect and the Yiling Patriarch to owe our sect a favor – not to mention the Lan sect, too! – and conveniently also undercutting Sect Leader Jin’s authority just at the moment he’s trying to install himself as the new ruler of the cultivation world.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, Huaisang,” Nie Mingjue said, finishing off the jar and putting it down. “I’m far too stupid to be considering any of that. Only good for swinging a saber, remember?”

Nie Huaisang sniggered.

“Yes, I remember,” he said. “You won a whole war against a much stronger, more numerous, and more unified force on Baxia’s strength alone, no brains required. How can I help? You want me crying or excited?”

“Whatever you think is best, Huaisang.” His brother solidified his scowling angry face, just the sort of thing a dumb brute might wear when dealing with politics that he was far too ignorant to understand. “Let’s go right some injustices, shall we?”

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